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Me & You & Everyone We Know | Chapter 7 | S.R

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A/N - sorry it has been so long since I updated this, I have not have the impetus to write this fic but I am trying to restart it. Massive thank you to @reidselle for encouraging me to start writing this again and for reading chapters and discussing ideas with me, you are an angel 🖤

Chapter Summary - Spencer’s still reeling from the aftermath of his drunken mistake. With Luke’s words playing on his mind, he starts to realise his feelings towards his broken marriage aren’t as black and white as he thought.

Pairing - Single Dad! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, smut minors DNI.

Warnings - mentions of affairs, Spencer questions everything, swearing.

WC - 5.1k

Chapter 7 - All At Once

And all at once the crowd begins to sing,

Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.

Maybe you want her, maybe you need her,

Maybe you started to compare to someone not there.

The weekend's events had taken so much out of Spencer he didn’t have a chance to call you and apologise for his drunken behaviour.

In fact, if he was perfectly honest, with everything else going on he’d completely pushed it to the back of his mind.

On Sunday he spent the day at the mall with the girls in an attempt to cheer Daisy up.

Spencer loathed shopping. He only went shopping when he absolutely had to. Malls were too busy for his liking and most things were overpriced. But Daisy and Lily loved to shop, mostly because it wasn’t their hard earned money they were spending.

He spent the day traipsing after them, lugging bags full of their hauls around while they ran from shop to shop excitedly.

He practically brought Daisy a whole new wardrobe while Lily damn near put the toy store out of business.

They ate pretzels in the food court while Spencer rested his aching arms from being their designated bag carrier.

Lily fell asleep on the car ride home surrounded by all her new toys while Daisy excitedly looked over her new clothes.

He spent hundreds of dollars trying to make up for the way Maeve had hurt her. He even let the girls talk him into buying an even bigger, plusher and more expensive bed for a dog he hated who never slept in his own bed anyway.

By the time they made it home he was exhausted. He was too tired to cook so he ordered pizza which they ate in the living room while they rewatched Encanto for what had to be the fiftieth time.

When he put them to bed they were both singing We Don’t Talk About Bruno, which Spencer also had stuck in his head when he crawled into his own bed.

He also found himself humming it absent-mindedly in the shower the next morning, mentally cursing his girls for making him sit through that movie again.

It was still whirring its way around his brain while he made the girls breakfast.

He drove them to school after breakfast and dropped Taco off at the kennel and it was only after he was finally alone, his thoughts fell back to his monumentally stupid drunken mistake.

Checking his watch and seeing he had time before he had to be on campus he made a pit stop at the florists.

It was a good job he had time to spare because he spent an unfathomable amount of time staring at a wide variety of flowers in various colours.

He must have looked utterly lost as a young girl soon came over and asked if he needed help.

Yes, he most certainly did.

“I uh…I need something that says I’m sorry.” He toyed awkwardly with the strap of his satchel.

The girl gave him a slightly playful smile.

“You wouldn’t believe how often we get people in here looking for the exact same thing.”

“What would you recommend?”

“Well, lilies are great for apologising as they can express a new chapter. But roses are really romantic. White orchids are also good as they represent sincerity. And blue hyacinths look stunning in an apology bouquet.” She motioned around the various flowers she was describing while Spencer stared wide eyed in confusion.

“Uh…” he scratched the back of his neck. “All of them. Just put all of them in a bouquet. A huge one. It doesn’t matter what it costs.”

“Sure.” She looked a little startled by his choice, most guys just went for whatever was cheapest.

She admired his decision.

Spencer tapped his foot in the ground while the girl went about fashioning a giant bouquet of whites and blues and reds and yellows.

She tied them all off in a big red ribbon and looked proud by her creation.

Admittedly it did look beautiful and Spencer knew next to nothing about flower arranging.

He paid two hundred dollars for the privilege and thanked the young girl before hurrying out of the store barely able to see over the large array.

He quickly stopped at a coffee house and ordered an extra large cinnamon latte which was your favourite.

The flowers took up the whole front seat of the car and the smell was overwhelming so he had to drive with the windows open.

He felt heads turning and eyebrows furrowed into frowns as he got out of his car with the huge bouquet. It was like a large flashing beacon that he’d fucked up.

He tried to ignore all the eyes on him as he waited for you outside the psychology building, flowers in one hand, coffee in the other.

The weather was desperately trying to warm up and was slowly succeeding and the morning sun beating down on him made sweat gather at his temples.

The nerves didn’t help.

You couldn’t have looked any less amused when you spotted him, only just able to see him over the almost comically large bunch of flowers.

If he wasn’t standing right outside the building you needed access to, you would have walked any other direction to avoid him.

You clenched your jaw tightly and hugged your purse close to your body as you approached him.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke the second you were in earshot. “I am so, so sorry. I was drunk, not that that’s an excuse but I was. I had a bad day and I was a fucking idiot. I am so, so sorry Y/N.”

You didn’t say anything. Not a word. Honestly you didn’t have anything to say that wouldn’t either be fuck you or go to hell.

He proffered the flowers towards you.

“I’m really, really sorry.” He pouted a little.

He did look apologetic, almost pathetically so and there was a part of you that felt sorry for him.

Not a big enough part to forgive him though.

You took the flowers from his hand and Spencer momentarily believed things were going to be ok.

But then you dropped the bouquet on the floor and stamped heavily on them with your heeled boot.

You didn’t stop there.

You took the coffee out of his hand, removed the lid and poured the scalding liquid all over the crushed pile of flowers.

Spencer’s face fell.

“Oh come on, that was two hundred dollars worth of flowers.” He groaned, shoulders slumping.

“You think coffee and flowers are going to make up for what you did?” You spat at him.

“Not entirely. But I thought it might be a start.” He shrugged meekly, toying with his satchel.

“Well it isn’t.” You stomped on the flowers again. “You were a world class asshole, Spencer. You do not get to show up at my apartment drunk in the middle of night and try to force me into bed! And the things you said to me…I am not a fling. I am not looking to be a casual hook up and if that’s all you want then you should find someone else.”

“Y/N, I didn’t mean for you to-“

“Go to hell, Doctor Reid.” You cut him off, stamping on the flowers one more time for good measure. “Respectfully, go to hell.”

He watched you storm past him inside the building, knowing nothing he could say was going to make this better.

He’d really fucked this one up. And he had no idea how to fix it.

***

He left a cinnamon latte for you every single day for the next week in Monroe’s classroom.

He left post it notes on your car that told you how sorry he was.

He tried at every available opportunity to tell you to your face how sorry he was but every time you caught a glimpse of him, you would turn and walk in the opposite direction.

He didn’t blame you. But he wished you would give him a chance to explain.

Not that there was much to explain. He was drunk and he’d been forceful. He’d said horrible things to you.

An explanation wasn’t really warranted.

But that didn’t mean he was going to give up. He wasn’t giving you up without a fight.

It didn’t matter that the two of you had only been on one date, you were all he could think about. You’d left a lasting impression in his heart and he wasn’t letting you just walk away.

But he knew he couldn’t keep pushing you. You had to want to talk to him. If he kept trying to force you forgive him, he would end up pushing you away.

He had to give it time and hope that you would come to forgive him on your own.

In lieu of making things up with you, he had made up with Luke, even if slightly begrudgingly.

They’d talked on the phone for the best part of a whole evening after the girls were asleep. Luke apologised for the way things had come out. He hadn’t meant them quite as they sounded

Spencer in turn apologised for reacting the way he had, even though he still felt he was completely justified.

Luke surprised him somewhat when he asked him, “did you ever really deal with Maeve’s affair?”

“What do you mean?” Spencer frowned, putting his feet up on his desk and leaning back in his chair.

“When you talk about it, you always talk about the effect it had on your kids but never how it affected you.” Luke was in full on profiler mode. Spencer had heard that voice countless times.

“The fact that it affected my kids, affected me.” Spencer’s frown deepened.

“I know you say it was a marriage of convenience but you were together a long time, Reid. You must have had some kind of feelings for her. It must have hurt.” Luke’s tone was soft yet held a hind of accusation.

“Not especially.” Spencer shrugged.

“Spencer,” Luke’s timbre shifted. “The woman you spent a large portion of your life with cheated on you. Your house is still like a goddamn shrine to the life you used to have. And you’ve never gotten over your anger towards her. I think that’s because she hurt you more than you want to admit. You like to pretend you didn’t love her and that you’re unaffected by what happened because you think it’s easier to deal with if you pretend it doesn’t hurt. But sometimes, pain needs to be felt.”

“Have you ever thought about being a therapist?” Spencer rolled his eyes and sat up in the chair. “I’m fine Luke. I’m angry because she tore my family apart. I’m angry because my kids now only get to see their mother twice a month. I’m angry because I had to reevaluate my whole life after she left.

But I’m not hurt, I’m not heartbroken. And my house is not a shrine. I work and when I’m not working I’m taking care of my daughters and now some stupid dog too. I’ve been meaning to call Morgan to help me renovate it. I just haven’t had time.”

“If you insist.” Luke sighed. “I won’t keep pushing it. But just know I’m here if you ever need to talk.”

“I know. Thanks. But I really am fine.” Spencer stood up and stretched his back. “I’ll talk to you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah no worries. Talk soon.” Luke replied and then hung up.

Spencer kept his phone in his hand and typed out a quick text to you, almost identical to the ones he’d sent you every night this week.

📲 Y/N Y/L/N: I’m still so sorry. I miss you. Please talk to me. Goodnight, beautiful.

He checked in on the girls who were both sleeping soundly before having a quick shower and crawling into his own bed.

And once again, he dreamt of you.

***

It was probably for the best that you weren’t talking to him and that he hadn’t made plans with you for his child free weekend because he didn’t get a child free weekend.

He picked Lily and Daisy up from school on Friday and drove them to Maeve’s only for Daisy to refuse to get out of the car.

“Pumpkin, it’s your weekend with your mom, you have to go.” Spencer turned in his seat to face her.

“No.” She spoke stubbornly. “I don’t want to see her.”

“You can’t stay mad at her forever.” Spencer leaned over the centre console and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Yes I can.” She huffed.

“Why don’t you want to see mommy?” Lily spoke up from the backseat.

“Because I hate her.” Daisy stomped her foot on the floor.

“Daisy, please don’t say that in front of your sister.”

“Why? It’s true.”

Spencer sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“What about if Taco comes to mommy’s with you?” It would be doing him a favour too.

“Yes! Let’s go get Taco!” Lily beamed.

“No!” Daisy raised her voice. “I’m not going in there and you can’t make me!”

She was right, he couldn’t.

So in the end Lily had stayed at Maeve’s and Daisy had come home with Spencer.

It was strange just having one of the girls, it wasn’t often the two were apart. It was almost like the days before Lily was born.

He cooked dinner for the two of them and they ate ice cream for dessert.

Daisy sat in Spencer’s office with him, laying on the floor with Taco while he graded papers.

Usually Spencer liked to work alone, the kids rarely came in his office. But he found the sounds of Daisy cooing over the dog relaxing and every now and again when he heard her giggle over the mutt it made his heart swell in his chest.

“Are you having fun there, pumpkin?” He asked her with an amused smile as he scrawled some notes on one of his students papers.

“Yeah, Taco is the best.” She giggled, giving Taco a belly scratch which he adored. “And it’s nice and quiet, like before Lily was born.”

Spencer’s pen dropped from his hand as he looked at the back of his daughter's head where she laid on her front on the floor, her thick dark hair tied up on the back of her head.

“What?” He frowned a little, thinking he must have misunderstood her.

She rolled over onto her back and propped herself up on her one good arm.

“I miss it sometimes. Before Lily was born and it was just you, me and mom. Did mom have an affair because of Lily?” She asked curiously.

Spencer tried to hide his shock, knowing his daughter could read his features.

He pushed himself up from his chair and rounded the desk, coming over to where Daisy and Taco laid.

He lowered himself carefully to the floor, grimacing a little as an ache spread through the old injury in his leg.

He sat next to her, stretching his legs out across the dark carpet.

“What your mom did was neither of your faults. You know that, don’t you?”

Daisy shrugged.

“Why did you have Lily? I miss being an only child.” She changed the subject.

“She’s your sister, don’t say that, please.”

“We were happy before Lily.” Daisy shrugged again, crossing her legs and pulling Taco into her lap.

“And we were happy after Lily too.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she instinctively leaned into her fathers body.

“Do you think mom would have cheated on you if you didn’t have Lily?”

“I don’t know, pumpkin.” He sighed, pulling her closer. “But Lily isn’t the reason she cheated. And neither are you. I guess…I guess I just couldn’t make her happy.”

“It’s not that I don’t love Lily.” Daisy tugged at Taco’s ear. “I just miss having all of your love.”

Spencer felt his heart tear in half. He moved his hand from around her shoulder and cupped her jaw gently, guiding her to look at him.

“Daisy,” he spoke seriously. “Just because I love your sister, it didn’t for a second make me love you any less, ok? You’re my baby girl, the first time I held you in my arms I felt like I could breathe properly for the first time in my life. The first time you looked at me, I finally knew the reason I was put on this Earth. And that was to love you and be your father. Please never think I could love you any less. You are my whole world ok, pumpkin?”

He felt choked up by the end of his speech and he noticed Daisy had tears in her eyes.

She was quick to sit back and wipe her eyes on her sleeve.

“God, mushy much dad?” She scoffed and Spencer chucked.

He leaned in and placed another kiss at her temple.

“Love you too, pumpkin.” He laughed against her skin.

***

Spencer found Luke’s words were taking up too much space in his brain.

When he awoke Saturday morning he laid in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling and just enjoying a moment of peace before Daisy woke up.

Although it wasn’t all that peaceful.

He was ruminating on Luke’s implications of him living in a shrine.

It wasn’t as though Spencer meant to do that. He really hadn’t had the time to even think about redecorating.

Ok, maybe that wasn’t true. He had thought about it, quite often in fact. But there was always some kind of blocker between the thought and the action. For whatever reason, he’d never gotten over that hurdle of actually making a change.

But it wasn’t because he was clinging to his old life. He didn’t pine over his broken marriage, he didn’t wish for Maeve to see sense and come home.

But maybe there was a small chance that the reason he’d held off for so long was partly due to the fact that once he changed the house, there was no going back.

If he decorated it was effectively shattering his dreams of the future he’d planned even though, really, those dreams had been destroyed over a year ago.

Had he really been grasping at his old life so hard and not even realised?

Something had to change.

After breakfast he and Daisy went to the hardware store and he let her pick out a new paint for the living room.

It wasn’t much but it was a start. It was something to prove he wasn’t living in a shrine to his ex-wife.

Initially she’d chosen a gawdy bright green shade but thankfully Spencer had talked her down to a much more eye pleasing sage.

The two of them spent the day painting the room, well Spencer did most of it while Daisy kept getting distracted by Taco. And Daisy did only have one good arm, which she kept reminding him.

But by the time he was finished he felt accomplished. The new colour was much more his style than the buttermilk yellow Maeve had painted the walls when they moved in.

The only room he’d really aided in decorating was his office with its dark walls, leather desk chair and dark oak desk and bookshelves.

He’d still be working at the BAU when they moved in and as such wasn’t around much to help make decorating decisions.

He’d never disliked the way she’d designed the house but maybe it never quite felt like home as it should have.

The sage green walls felt more cosy. It was reminiscent of his old apartment, the apartment he’d loved so much. He felt comfortable with a darker aesthetic, which was probably strange but to Spencer it felt more homely.

Spencer always felt more at ease in darkness, he decided not to dwell too long on that thought and what that meant about his mental state.

He should call Morgan and have him gut this place and start again from scratch. But he wasn’t quite ready to take that step. And not because he was pining over his old life.

He didn’t know why. But not everything needed to have a reason.

Once the painting was done and feeling much more satisfied with his living situation, he cooked dinner for the two of them and after he let Daisy choose a movie which he fell asleep halfway through.

The closing credits woke him and he rubbed his eyes before focusing on Daisy who had her smartphone pointing at him.

“What are you doing?” He grumbled, feeling the weight of the dog was laying on his chest.

“Taking pictures.” She giggled.

“Why?” He shuffled up the couch a little.

“You look funny.” She snapped one more picture before her dad got mad.

“How do I look funny?” He scooted the dog off of him and sat up properly, rubbing his eyes again.

“See for yourself.” She handed him her phone and he stared at the photograph of his sleeping form, mangy dog sleeping soundly on him.

But that’s not what he was looking at.

“For the love of god!” He groaned, jumping up and dashing to the mirror by the door.

“The paint must still have been wet.” Daisy giggled again.

Spencer had two very distinctive sage coloured doggy paw prints on his face and many more covering his shirt.

He glanced around and saw a spot on the wall near the TV where the idiotic mutt had put his front paws in the wet paint.

There was a trail of the sage prints in the carpet from the wall to the couch.

“This is why I didn’t want a freaking dog.” Spencer huffed as he made his way to the kitchen to clean his face. “What time is it?”

“Uh…eight?” Daisy sounded unsure of herself.

“Which means it’s actually later than that and you don’t want to tell me because you don’t want to go to bed.” He chuckled, wiping his face with some kitchen paper.

“No.” Daisy whined. “Not true.”

“You know I’m wearing a watch, right?” As he said this he glanced at it and saw it was a little after ten. “Bedtime missy.”

“Boo!” Daisy sulked.

He finished up cleaning his face, thankful the paint seemed to come off easily and came back through to the living room where his stubborn daughter sat vigil on the couch.

“Come on, pumpkin. I can read to you if you like? We haven’t done that in a while.”

She pulled a face like she was contemplating this for a moment or two.

“Can Taco come to bed with me?”

“Sure, why not. It’s not like I’ve brought him two dog beds or anything.” He sighed.

Daisy happily picked up the little dog and carried him upstairs where she set him on her bed.

Spencer sat with him while she went through to the bathroom to change and brush her teeth.

He tucked her in and Taco curled up by her side.

Spencer slotted himself on the small part of the empty mattress that was left and Daisy handed him a book.

He read to her until she was sound asleep, snoring a little. She got that from her mother.

He kissed her forehead and switched off the light before creeping from the room.

He thought about having a drink but he was still ashamed of his actions the last time he drank so he decided against it.

He pulled out his phone as he flopped to the couch and sent you a text.

📲 Y/N Y/L/N: I really am so sorry. Please can we talk? I miss your voice. Goodnight, beautiful.

Spencer stared at the freshly painted wall and the paw prints left in it, still having Luke’s words swirling around his brain.

He didn’t love Maeve. He wasn’t heartbroken over her infidelity. He didn’t need to deal with what she’d done because he hadn’t affected him. Had it?

Somehow he found himself on his feet and moving books aside on the bookshelf that shielded his gun safe.

He hadn’t actually kept a gun in it for years, not since he left the bureau. But old habits die hard.

He entered the combination and opened the thick metal door. His hand shook a little as he pulled out the photo album kept hidden inside.

It was white once but was dirtied from fingerprints over the years. It was a little scuffed around the edges but that was probably from him stuffing it inside the safe that was just a little too small for it.

Spencer didn’t know why he kept in there. He supposed it was because he didn’t want the kids stumbling across it and having to look at it before he was ready, before he had the capacity to take this particular trip down memory lane.

He hadn’t even thought about the album in the year since he’d put it in there. He’d physically locked it away whilst mentally locking away the memories that went with the photographs.

He took it back over to the couch and tentatively flipped to the first page.

The first photograph depicted an unusually sunny fall day outside of DC city hall. Spencer wore a suit from his closet and Maeve wore a simple white summer dress, her pregnant belly very noticeable with the slim fitting nature of the dress.

They both smiled brightly while Morgan snapped the photograph of them showing off their matching gold wedding bands, Spencer’s free hand cupping her stomach that housed baby Daisy.

He saw no doubts in his eyes, no hint that he was only marrying this woman because he’d gotten her pregnant. He looked genuinely elated to be married. He didn’t remember ever feeling that happy.

On the next page was a series of photos with the backdrop of a hospital room.

Images of Spencer fussing over Maeve while she was in labour, a slightly fretful look on his features.

There was a photo of Maeve with the newborn on her chest, seconds after she was born and Daisy was held by her mother for the first time.

Another of Spencer in the worn leather chair next to the bed with the tiny seven pound baby cradled in his arms as tears streamed down his cheeks.

There were a couple more of the three of them together in the hospital room and as they left the hospital the following day, Spencer and Maeve held hands while his free one carried Daisy in her rocker.

The look on Spencer’s face in each one could only be described as pure bliss.

There were pictures of Daisy with each member of her new family, with her Aunties Emily, JJ and Penelope and her Uncles Derek and Aaron and grandpa Dave.

There were photographs from a few weeks later when they’d travelled to Vegas so Diana could meet her granddaughter.

Diana’s smile when she held Daisy for the first time was the brightest he’d ever seen on his mother. She’d been lucid that day, thank god, and had cried and cooed over the gorgeous little bundle her son had created.

Other photographs of Daisy’s first steps, her first time on the potty, her first Christmas and birthdays littered the pages.

Birthday cakes and presents wrapped for a child too young to understand what they were.

Gaudy Christmas jumpers set against the backdrop of an overly decorated tree. Paper hats from crackers adorned on heads. A small child overstimulated by a holiday she couldn’t comprehend.

And in every single one he and Maeve looked so happy. The images showed them sharing loving looks, exchanging soft touches.

If the photos didn’t exist, Spencer wouldn’t have believed it. His memories didn’t allow him to recall the joyful moments, only the hurt and the anger.

Even as he looked at them he struggled to remember ever feeling the way the man in the photographs looked.

The further into the album he got showed Maeve’s belly growing for the second time and more hospital photographs with Lily featuring Aunty Tara, and Uncles Luke and Matt.

More holiday photos lined the pages, this time with Daisy helping her sister open her presents.

Lots of photos of the two girls together riddled the pages. Daisy holding Lily’s hand while she learnt to walk, Daisy reading to her little sister. Daisy cuddling her new little sister and beaming proudly.

They looked like the perfect family, smiling for the camera. But what was hiding beneath? Were they ever really happy at all?

About a year after Lily’s birth, the photographs just stopped. The empty pages at the end of the album taunted Spencer.

They just stopped. Ended with no warning. It was as though all the happy, smiling faces of the pages before had died.

Maybe they had.

Tensions had been high between him and Maeve after Spencer gave up the BAU. He resented Maeve and to a certain extent his beautiful daughter, for having to give up a job he adored.

He was frustrated and exhausted all the time. He was making less money at Georgetown, which didn’t matter so much in the present as he had a substantial amount of savings, but not enough to send two kids to college. His future problems crossed over into his present day.

It took its toll on Spencer. He went to work, came home and doted on his daughters and barely said two words to Maeve.

He had a quick temper. His exhaustion manifested in anger and when he did talk to Maeve it was usually to argue with her about something.

He’d been distant, far away even when he was at home, and she’d been lonely. So she met Bobby who made her feel wanted.

Could he blame her for that? Was Luke right? He hadn’t been attentive to his wife and so she’d sought comfort elsewhere. Was it his fault she’d strayed? Had he pushed her to it?

He flipped the album back to the first page to their wedding photo. Was he to blame in all of this?

He was so wrapped up in his self pity, the knock at the door startled him.

He frowned to himself as he pushed himself to his feet and padded over to the door.

Who was knocking at his house so late at night?

He unlocked the door and cautiously it opened a fraction so he could see who was on the other side before he committed to opening it.

His frown only deepened when he looked into a familiar pair of eyes staring back at him from the dark.

He opened the door fully and braced himself against the door jamb.

“Y/N,” he swallowed. “What are you doing here?”

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Butterfly Tattoo Studio: Taehyung and Jungkook

pairing: apprentice!taehyung x piercer/tattoo artist!jungkook x f. reader x piercer!hoseok x jimin

genre: poly au, s2l, piercers/tattoo artists au, smut [18+]

wc: 8.1k

summary: Two weeks have come and gone as you step onto the front step of BTS. Unfortunately, you've come at a busy time and Hoseok can't see you as quickly as you'd like, but don't worry, Taehyung and Jungkook are more than glad to help.

warnings: cursing, tattooed and pierced!tae, hoseok, and jungkook, heavy use of petnames (doll, baby, babe, princess, sweetheart, etc), detailed descriptions of piercings, mention/use of needles and fear of needles, blood, sex at a workplace (tae's and jungkook's and hobi's), marking (hickeys, biting), hair pulling, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), fingering (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, threesome, voyeurism, bd!Taehyung, protected sex, slight manhandling, (idk if there's a spank in there but just in case), cum swallowing

date: June 4, 2022

Two weeks passed rather quickly and despite keeping in contact with Hoseok, the two of you hadn’t had a chance to see each other since your last appointment.

Once again, nerves bubble in your stomach, coating every bit of you as you grab the doorknob, tugging at the hem of your yellow sundress.

Music blared from the speakers when you walk in, drowning out the chime of the bells above your head.

Jimin, however, has ears like Dolores from Encanto and looks up immediately, turning the music down. He perks up in his seat, shoving the man beside him off the desk.

The man next to him huffs, glaring menacingly at Jimin before he notices you.

“Oh,” he says simply, eyeing you up and down with a hunger you’ve only seen in Hoseok’s eyes.

“Hi,” you chirp, biting your lip as the stranger’s eyes follow your movement, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip.

Jimin is gazing at you from beneath his long lashes, mouth-watering and pants tightening at the sight of you. Ever since Hoseok had shared you with a kiss, you’ve been all he could think about. It was near torture having to listen to Hoseok go on and on about you and the sweet sounds he got you to make that night.

“Hello! Welcome back,” Jimin grins, and your nerves instantly triple. How could you forget how gorgeous he was?

“Thank you! I’m here to see Hoseok but I also wanted to get two more piercings, maybe,” you bite your lip nervously and Jimin can’t help but wish it was him who was biting and sucking on your bottom lip while his hands gripped handfuls of your ass.

“You’re here for Hoseok?” You turn to the man beside Jimin, meeting his gaze for the first time. He’s gorgeous but you weren’t surprised after the few people you’ve come in contact with. However, he was a different type of pretty. While Jimin was soft and delicate, more angelic than anything else, this man screamed sin! His dark hair curled over the bandana he wore, and his black and white button-down was large over his frame but the sleeves were rolled up to show his toned defined arms. He appeared to be chewing gum but never once did you get a scent or sight of it.

He was broad and tall and the slope of his nose was perfect for looking down at you in an almost pretentious way but then he smiled and all those thoughts left your head. His smile is soft and sweet and it makes him look so much younger. Even the tattoos on his arm appear to be of anime you recognize and watched as a child until you started reading manga instead.

“Sorry, doll,” he gets your attention, still chewing on his gum. “Hoseok has a list of clients a mile long today.”

You look to the waiting room and see at least six people waiting. You forget they always welcome walk-ins.

“I’m sure I can squeeze you in before his next client,” Jimin says as he looks at his list for a moment. He ignores when the curly-haired man pokes him in the side. After a few more incessant pokes, Jimin huffs. He glares at the man and then gives you a friendly, flirty smile that has your heart fluttering.

“Or Taehyung, here, can take you with him and Jungkook,” Jimin finally grits as he points to Taehyung. “Tae’s our apprentice and Jungkook is finishing up a tattoo, but he’s also one of our piercers.”

“You’re in good hands with me and Kookie, doll,” Taehyung licks his lips as he walks around the desk to stand near you. You can smell his cologne, a cedar scent with a hint of citrus, and it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Fuck, you were a sucker for a good-smelling man.

“Won’t Hoseok be upset?” You turn to ask Jimin, who’s leaning forward with his chin cradled in his hands.

Jimin smirks. “Hoseok isn’t bothered by sharing with us. He’ll still see you after your piercings are done, and I’m sure he’d be glad if Tae got some new experience. Don’t worry, pretty, Hoseok isn’t unaccustomed to sharing. In fact, he enjoys it.”

You miss the look Taehyung and Jimin exchange as you nod. “Come with me, baby.”

Taehyung takes your hand in his, and you wonder if he can hear the way your heart is pounding against your chest. If he can, he doesn’t say anything as he leads you down the same hallway as last time, humming softly as he goes.

When you arrive at a black door, he stops, poking his head in before turning back to you.

“My studio is still under construction, so I use Jungkook’s. It’ll just be a second,” he assures you as he waits for Jungkook to finish up with his client.

“Here we go!” Taehyung exclaims when the previous client walks out and you walk in guided by Tae. “Just have a seat in that chair, baby.”

You nod, swallowing thickly as you look around the room. Similar to Hoseok’s studio, there are pictures on the wall and certificates as well as licenses. There are a few piercing photos, a few amazing tattoo pieces, and sketches and near the giant desk pushed to the far wall. There’s bright art from every horror movie you grew up watching.

Sitting at the desk in a black leather chair is the man you assume to be Jungkook. He’s got his broad back turned to you but you can still admire his physique and catch a glimpse of his full sleeve save for the wrist down.

You hadn’t even seen his face yet but you could assume he was drop-dead gorgeous, as gorgeous as everyone else in the building. Licking your lips, you sit back as your knee jiggles up and down. You’re not sure why you’re this nervous again, you’d done fabulously with your last piercing and this should be a piece of cake. However, those thoughts do little to stifle your nerves. Oh well.

“This is your next client,” Taehyung points to you, saying your name in a tone that leaves you breathless as you wave meekly to Jungkook when he turns around. His black cargo pants are right against his thighs as he spins in his chair, manspreading as he looks at you.

Fuck, you think. Your eyes immediately focus on his combat boots and for a split second, you wanna ask him to step on you.

Jungkook is even hotter than you thought! His onyx locks are long, reaching the collar of his shirt. His hair is slightly messy, almost as if he’s been running his hand through it enough to keep it off his forehead and some of it falls over his right eye. You can see the shine of an eyebrow piercing beneath his fringe and you’re immediately taken in by the glint on his lip from another piercing.

“Hello,” he says simply, introducing himself as he turns to place his phone on the desk. His right ear is pierced to the max and you wonder just how high his pain tolerance is. You don’t think you could ever get that done all at once.

“What are we doing for you today, love?” Jungkook’s voice is smooth, and for a moment you want him to say your name just so you can store it for later and play it back again and again.

“I wanted to get my nose pierced and maybe my eyebrow,” you state. “If you think it’ll suit me.”

Taehyung leans closer to you, shutting the door after him as he gets a better look at you. You’re very beautiful. That was obvious from the moment you walked in, and after hearing about you from Jimin, he was eager to meet you. You knocked the wind out of him when you stepped through the doors just minutes before, and he was almost thankful Hoseok was busy. Sure, not all the clients waiting in the reception area were here for piercings, but who was he to pass up the chance to pierce you and get you to himself and Jungkook?

“I think it would suit you, babe. What do you think, Kook?” Taehyung moves to the side, allowing Jungkook to walk up to you.

Immediately your breath is caught in your throat as this magnificent specimen leans forward. His dark eyes study you for a moment, his hand raising and you see the tattoos on his knuckles.

“May I?” He asks softly, almost shyly as his hand lingers in front of you. Taehyung chuckles from the side but says nothing as his friend waits for your answer.

“Yes,” you answer as you look up at Jungkook. His fingers grip your chin, turning you this way and that.

“It’ll suit either side you want, love. Which side did you want to do?” Jungkook asks as he releases you, taking a step back.

“The right side,” you answer automatically. Jungkook smirks, “We’ll match.”

“What side did you want for your nostril?” Taehyung asks as he pulls up a chair beside yours.

“The left,” you answer and he nods before turning to Jungkook.

“I can do the nose and you can do the brow. What do you think?”

“That works. Lemme just get the stuff ready,” Jungkook busies himself with grabbing his tools, pulling a small table on wheels to the side as he walks around the room grabbing the essentials.

“There’s no need to be nervous, babe.” Tae tries to reassure you, his fingers lacing with yours with ease. “I’ve been an apprentice for a good while and Jungkook was a piercer long before he was tattooing. You’re in great hands.”

“I’ve seen your work online, both of you. It’s great,” you compliment. “I’m glad you both work here with Hobi.”

Taehyung looks over at Jungkook, smirking. And Jungkook returns the smirk, his eyes a little brighter, filled with mischief as Taehyung turns back to you.

“Hobi, huh?” He teases, noting the way you look up at the ceiling but his hand squeezes yours and you can’t help but meet his gaze. “I didn’t know you were so close.”

“Oh, he, uh said I could call him that,” you flush, biting your lip. Had you overstepped?

“You must be very special, love,” Jungkook states seriously. “He doesn’t let just anyone call him that. He must really like you.”

Your eyes widen, heat heavy on your cheeks. “Oh, I wouldn’t know about that. Maybe he was just being nice.”

“Don’t do that,” Jungkook scolds. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’ve got a lot to offer.”

With furrowed brows, you wonder what he means by that but before you can gather the courage to ask, Taehyung is releasing your hand and rising to his feet.

There’s a slight tension in the room and it almost stifles Taehyung. Instead of letting it get to him, he goes to wash his hands, asking which piercing you would like first.

“Which will hurt more?” You ask, feeling the thundering of your heart against your rib cage. Why were you doing this again?

“Hmm,” Jungkook hums. “The nostril, I’d say. But Tae’s the one who’s gotten that pierced. My brow wasn’t that bad and neither was my lip.”

“It depends on you, doll,” Taehyung adds. “Could be either. But we can do the nostril first if you’d like.”

“Sure,” you agree and he grins before drying his hands and putting on a pair of black gloves. He grabs a marker and a hand mirror before he leans in front of you. Jungkook watches from the sidelines, making sure Tae remembers all his training. He knew he had nothing to worry about, he’d been an apprentice for a while and was doing very well so far.

“Have a look, sweetheart. I can change the placement now, not later,” Taehyung reminds you with a chuckle as he hands you the mirror, his hands purposely brushing yours.

Smiling softly, you take the mirror and admire the black dot for a moment from all angles before deciding it’s a good spot. You hand the mirror back. Taehyung takes it to set aside before he’s grabbing an alcohol wipe. You watch as he rips it open, cleaning your nose gently as he hums.

His cologne pleasantly engulfs you, focusing on not moving as he leans closer and you can see down his shirt. His golden skin looks soft to the touch, flawless as you get a better peek when he leans further to tilt your head up slightly.

“Do you want me to count, baby?” Taehyung’s question brings you out of the myriad of thoughts swirling in your head, almost all of them obscene.

“Please,” you respond.

“So polite,” Jungkook grins mischievously as he steps closer to watch Taehyung.

“Isn’t she? She’s very sweet from what I’ve heard,” Taehyung snickers as he opens a needle.

Jungkook says nothing else, smirking to himself. He too had heard about your escapade in Hobi’s studio. Not that Hobi was bragging, Jimin just didn’t know how to shut the fuck up when they were all together at home snuggling on their giant bed.

“You can close your eyes if you’re scared of needles, babe. No judgment here,” Taehyung clicks his tongue and Jungkook immediately agrees.

In a second, your eyes are squeezed shut. You’re very aware of all the noises in the room and you relax when you feel a hand grip yours. You squeezed it in thanks, inhaling as you felt the press of the needle and grit your teeth. Fuck, that hurt a little.

Taehyung’s deep voice is explaining everything he’s doing, praising you as he goes until he’s finally done.

“Breathe out for me, sweet girl. The worst is over,” Jungkook instructs as Taehyung easily gets the jewelry in your nose. He steps away to grab a napkin, pressing it to your nose.

“Just a bit of blood, babe. Nothing to worry about,” he explains. You give him a thumbs up and realize your hand is attached to Jungkook’s.

You apologize but he just squeezes your hand in response. Taehyung pressed the napkin to your nose, waiting for the bleeding to stop and grinning once it did.

“You’re such a good girl,” he praises as he throws the napkin away in the trash. Jungkook inspects the piercing, praising Taehyung for a job well done as he releases your hand.

Jungkook goes to wash his hands as Taehyung takes his previous spot. His fingers lace with yours as he asks how you’re feeling, making sure you don’t feel faint.

“I’m okay,” you assure him.

“We can take a few minutes. There’s no rush, baby doll. We’ve got all day for you,” Taehyung smiles sweetly and you melt.

Meanwhile, Jungkook is getting his gloves on in preparation to pierce your brow. He waits until you’re ready, listening to Taehyung talking your head off to try and calm you, but you’re nervous, regardless.

“Ready, princess?” Jungkook asks as he lifts the marker. He looks at the dots he’s marked and opens the new needle.

“Yes,” you answer, receiving a squeeze from Tae’s hand.

“You’ve got this, baby girl. You did so well with me. Don’t you wanna please JK?” Taehyung teases, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Y-yes,” you stutter.

Jungkook chuckles. “Tae, don’t fuck with her.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to help!”

“Mhm,” Jungkook hums as he stands beside you. “Well, aren’t you pretty?”

Taehyung snickers beside you. “And I’m the one flirting with her?”

“She’s cute.”

“She’s right here,” you interrupt. Jungkook apologizes, asking if you’re ready before you’re squeezing Tae’s hand.

“Yes,” you listen to Jungkook’s instructions, inhaling deeply when he says so. “Oh fuck!”

“Yeah, that one hurt, huh?” Jungkook asks once he gets the bar through. “Worst part’s over though. You took it well.”

Taehyung snickers from beside you. Your hand is still laced with his but the other is on his thigh. You hadn’t even realized you had moved it.

“Sorry!”

“No need,” Taehyung smirks and you feel your face flush with heat.

“Your brow isn’t even bleeding. What a good girl you are, huh? Eager to please,” Jungkook smirks as you look away, squeezing Taehyung’s hand.

“You tease too much, Kook,” Taehyung scoffs as he leans in close to you, his free hand cupping your face, his nose just millimeters from yours. You hold your breath as you look up at him but he just hums in response, his featherlight touch sending sparks down your spine.

Jungkook watches the two of you intently.

“Perfect.” Taehyung hums as he caresses your cheek with his thumb. “Just perfect.”

His breath ghosts your face and you blink owlishly. How were these two worse off than Hoseok? How did you ever think you’d survive them both?

“Just perfect,” Taehyung repeats as his lips press against yours. Your eyes widen for a moment before they’re squeezed shut and you’re kissing him back. Jungkook watches from the sidelines, a smirk on his lips as Taehyung grips your hips to hold you closer and you’re on your feet before you realize it.

You’re not shy in kissing back, your tongue slipping past his lips, surprising him as he allows you in. Your fingers thread through his dark locks, moaning when his hands cup your tits. Your mind is spinning, but who are you to deny someone as hot as him? You can’t pass up the opportunity, not when his kisses are just as sinful as you imagined they’d be.

“Fuck,” a low curse captures your attention, and it’s then you remember you’re not alone.

Jungkook’s eyes are dark, glazed with lust as he watches you with Taehyung. He’s biting his bottom lip, his tongue playing with his lip ring. Your heart flutters.

Taehyung’s large palm cups your face, turning you to face him. “Want him to join us?”

You swallow thickly, nodding. “Yes, please.”

Jungkook chuckles, smirking as he approaches the both of you. He takes you from Taehyung easily, leading you to the table where he hops on first, spreading his legs to situate you in between.

“Easier access for Tae,” Jungkook says simply as your back meets his chest and his hands are gripping your thighs, cursing at the softness and warmth of them. “You look so beautiful in this dress. Tell me, love, did you wear this for our sweet Hobi?”

Jungkook’s teasing tone sends tingles down your spine as his lips brush against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Is it that obvious?” you ask meekly as your eyes meet Taehyung’s.

“Only a little,” he answers as Jungkook’s tattooed hand grips your hip, moving upward slowly to cup your breast over your dress. You gasp, turning to Jungkook, who closes the distance between you with his lips.

Taehyung watches his boyfriend kissing you, groping you as you make out. He’s been in this position plenty of times before, and he can’t help the heat that floods his body every time he sees Jungkook with someone. There’s something about him that drives him wild, finding it hard to just stand back and watch. Maybe it’s the fact that Hobi already had a taste of you? Maybe it was that his soulmate had as well? Or maybe it was the cute way you shied away from him but still managed to surprise him with little bursts of confidence, like kissing him with tongue? Whatever it was, it made it hard for him to hold back for too long as he stood between your legs.

Jungkook is the first to pull away from the kiss, smiling up at his boyfriend. Taehyung grins, leaning forward and you gasp when he bypasses you to kiss Jungkook.

Despite his lips occupied by Jungkook, Taehyung’s hands grip your thigh. You’re not sure what to do, but he notes this and takes your hand to place on his shoulder. He smirks at you before he’s kissing you again.

“She’s pushing against my cock,” Jungkook says with a grin. You whine in embarrassment but Taehyung nips your bottom lip. “None of that, doll. No need to be embarrassed with us. We just want to please you.”

“Please you,” Jungkook repeats as he pushes your hair over one shoulder to kiss the other. His lips are soft against your skin, teeth gently scraping the heated flesh. You’re overwhelmed by both but Taehyung kisses you, guiding your hands in unbuttoning his shirt as Jungkook’s hands toy with your dress.

“Can we take this off, love?” Jungkook asks as he lets your dress go. You turn to look at him, his beautiful brown eyes taking you by surprise, his cute smile almost looks bashful as you note the hearts in his eyes. How did someone with such a rough-looking exterior look so sweet and soft when asking to undress you? It made your head spin, talk about duality.

“Yes,” you answer confidently, moaning when Taehyung starts kissing your neck, nipping and sucking on the column of your throat until your fingers thread through his hair, mindful of his bandana as his hands and Jungkook’s are helping you out of your dress.

They’re both surprised to see you in nothing but a pair of white panties that cling to you.

“Fuck, you look good enough to eat,” Taehyung licks his lips, biting his lip as his hooded gaze meets Jungkook, who's busy cupping your breasts, rolling the pert nipples between his fingertips as his lips find their home on the column of your throat.

“Tae,” you moan when he grips your thighs, putting them over Jungkook’s. He nips at your inner thighs, loving the softness and warmth of your skin as his tongue laves over your wet panties.

“So good for us, aren’t you doll? Want us to make you come for us?” Jungkook asks in between kisses, your hand moving behind you to grab a handful of his thick black hair, tugging as you beg him to make you come.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, princess. We both want to get a taste of you,” Taehyung tuts as he pulls your panties down your legs with little trouble. He tucks your panties in his back pocket so he won’t lose them when they’re done with you.

“Please,” you plead, your eyes softening for Tae.

“My tongue isn’t pierced like Hobi’s, but I know I can get you to come just as easily without it,” he brags as he drops to his knees.

Jungkook grips your chin with his forefinger and thumb, turning you to him, his soft lips meeting yours as Tae licks a stripe along your wet folds. Jungkook chuckles, his breath fanning across your lips as he kisses you again, feeling every inch of your body that he can.

He eventually guides your hand to Taehyung’s hair. “He likes when you tug on his hair.”

Taehyung groans at Jungkook’s words, affirming them. You’re tentative at first but note the way Taehyung reacts, tongue diving deeper into you. You arch into Jungkook, his lips kissing every bit of you within reach as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, praising you for being so good for them.

“Taehyung,” you moan, hips rising slightly to meet his face. Jungkook smiles at your eagerness, his attention on your face, and the way your expression changes as you grow closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Keep going, Tae. She looks like she’s ready to fall apart on your tongue,” Jungkook groans, cursing as you pull him into a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue.

Taehyung looks up at the two of you, his cock throbbing in the confines of his pants, his hand moving to stroke it over the denim, popping the button open before pulling the zipper down. There’s nothing hotter than watching his boyfriend with someone else, and he knows Jungkook must be just as hard as he is.

Slowly, Taehyung swirls his tongue on your clit, sucking it and nipping it lightly to gauge your reaction. You cry out, whimpering and begging for more as you writhe in his boyfriend’s lap. Taehyung listens, intent on pleasuring you as much as possible, and just like Jimin had gone on and on about you, you taste just as divine as described. He couldn’t get enough of you. You flooded his senses and made him want more and more. Taehyung was sure he could devour you whole if given the chance.

“Do you want to take his cock, love?” Jungkook asks in between kisses. He’s glad the marks he’s left on your skin are slowly blooming, pride swelling in his chest. He tongues his lip ring, lust-filled eyes locked on yours. You’re pulsating, blood rushing in your ears as you nod. “Yes.”

Jungkook pecks your lips, his hand caressing your cheek.

“We can stop whenever you want, okay?” he assures you.

“Yes,” you nod. “I want it. I want you. Both of you,” you look at Taehyung, who nods. He slowly teases your entrance with two of his fingers, collecting your arousal before he’s pushing into you. He maintains eye contact as he curls his fingers, watching your face to see what you like and what you don’t.

When his fingers speed up and Jungkook rubs your clit, you start moaning louder. You try to muffle your moans by kissing and sucking on Jungkook’s neck, but both men want to hear you come apart for them.

“Moan for us, or I’ll stop, baby,” Taehyung threatens. That’s all it takes for you to be more vocal. You lose yourself to the feeling, your body growing hotter and hotter as pleasure pools in your belly, embarrassed by the lewd sounds of your arousal as Taehyung finger fucks you faster and faster.

You fall back onto Jungkook, who steadies you with a firm arm around your waist.

“That’s it, baby. Are you gonna come for us?” Jungkook smirks, kissing your cheek.

“Yes! Yes! Tae! Please!” you nearly sob as he licks your clit and your thighs tremble. You’re so close, you whine. Taehyung doesn’t falter, eyes glued on you as you tug on his hair rather harshly, causing him to groan.

“Taehyung! Tae!” you scream, nearly in tears as you arch into him, wanting to fuck his face as your orgasm hits and you soak him, your thighs, and the table beneath you.

“Fucking hell, baby girl,” Jungkook curses as he watches you combust. You’re panting heavily, a sheen of sweat covering your body as your head falls forward, your hair falling over your eyes.

You’re whining softly, gripping Jungkook’s thigh hard as you try to catch your breath.

Taehyung slowly pulls his fingers from you once he’s sure you’ve ridden your high. He pops them into his mouth, cursing as your essence coats his taste buds.

“Share,” Jungkook huffs with a pout.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, used to his boyfriend getting his way as he rises to his feet. He kisses Jungkook with no hesitation. The younger man’s tongue meets his, eager to get a taste of you.

You watch on, licking your lips. Feeling the heat of your stare, Jungkook turns to you and kisses you roughly.

Taehyung watches for a few moments, licking his lips and running a hand through his hair. When you and Jungkook break for air, he quirks his head in question. “Still want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Yes,” you answer bashfully.

“No need to be shy with us, love.” Jungkook nuzzles into your hair.

“He’s right,” Taehyung nods in agreement as he helps you off Jungkook’s thighs and then the table. Jungkook chuckles at the wet spots on his jeans.

“Whoops,” you grimace when you spot them.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jungkook shrugs as Taehyung turns you to face him. He cups your face, bringing his lips down on yours while Jungkook takes his shirt off. He watches the both of you with hungry eyes, his hand going to palm himself over his jeans, biting on his lip to keep from moaning.

Taehyung is exploring every inch of your body with his large hands. Touching everywhere and lighting a fire deep inside you as he holds you to his body, your arms draped over his shoulders as you kiss him.

“Can’t wait to be inside you,” he murmurs against your lips. You moan in response. Taehyung rests his forehead against yours. “Why don’t you help Kook out of his pants?”

“Yeah. Y-yes,” you swallow audibly, so lust drunk you can barely think as you turn around to face Jungkook, who smiles warmly at you.

“Hey, doll,” he grins.

“Can I?” you ask, eyes glued to his abs as your hands rest on his thighs.

“Go for it, princess,” he moves his hands out of the way, planting them behind him as he leans back to allow you room to undo the button of his pants and tug the zipper down. He raises one leg at a time as you struggle to pull his tight jeans down his thick, muscular thighs.

With a laugh, Jungkook helps you until you’re tugging his boxers with his pants down to his knees. When his cock smacks against his abdomen, cock drooling pre-cum, your mouth waters.

“Please, can I?” you beg as you meet his hooded gaze. He languidly strokes himself. His tongue plays with his lip ring, gaze hard and pierced brow raised as he studies you.

“Why should I let you?” his question befuddles you as he continues to stroke himself.

“Because I want to taste you, Jungkook,” you answer honestly. Jungkook tongues his cheek, nodding his consent as your hand replaces his.

“Don’t scare her,” Taehyung clicks his tongue at his boyfriend.

“Just want her to work for it a little,” Jungkook shrugs.

Taehyung rolls his eyes but says nothing else as he runs his hands over your body. His lips plant gentle kisses on your shoulders, kissing down your spine while he kneads your ass. Your dulcet moans fill the room, and he reaches into his wallet to take out a condom.

You look so delectable bent over in front of him. He loves how wet you are, your thighs coated in your arousal and he knows he can’t go much longer without being inside you.

“Doll?” he hums.

“Yes?” you question, looking at him over your shoulder. He holds the condom up, “Wanna keep going?”

“Yes, Tae. Please!” you exclaim.

Taehyung chuckles, his breath hitting your skin and sending tingles down your back. It takes him a moment to rip the condom packet open, stroking himself a few times with a few guttural groans escaping him as he slides the condom down his length.

Jungkook focuses on your hand as it moves up and down his dick, your spit hitting the head. He grunts, biting his lip.

“Put your mouth around it if you want, love,” he encourages but leaves the choice up to you. You nod eagerly, glad he’d said something because you were too shy to ask if you could take him in your mouth.

Your tongue swirls around the head once, using your spit to coat him.

“Don’t be a tease,” Jungkook warns with a raised brow. You smile, gasping when you feel Taehyung pushing into you. You curse, crying out for Jungkook as you get pushed forward. Taehyung’s big hand grips your hip while the other pushes his cock into you further. He knows it’ll take a few minutes for you to accommodate him enough to take all of him, but fuck, you’re so warm and wet even through the condom. His head lolls back, tongue peeking from between his lips as he pushes past the tight ring of muscles that squeeze him just right.

“Oh, fuck! Taehyung!” you rasp, clutching Jungkook’s thighs, nails leaving their mark on his skin.

“Breathe, baby,” Jungkook says softly. “Breathe.”

“So big,” you utter as you look up at Jungkook.

“But you can take it, right?” Jungkook checks in. You nod, cock hungry and ready for more. Taehyung takes his time, slowly pulling out and pushing back in little by little until his pelvis is pressed to your ass.

He rubs your back, moving down to your ass.

“You’re taking me so well, princess. You’re so tight and wet,” he curses as he gives a tentative thrust and you gasp.

“Fuck me, Tae.”

Taehyung shakes the hair out of his eyes as he thrusts into you, setting a slow pace that allows him to reach deep inside you, right where you need him.

“Fuck,” you groan as try to focus, a hard task when Taehyung’s huge cock is buried inside you and Jungkook’s is inches from your face.

Jungkook smirks, knowing what it’s like to feel stuffed to the brim. He doesn’t say a word as you stroke him slowly, lips wrapped around him as you try to find a rhythm while Taehyung’s fucking into you, smacking your ass and using it to pull you to him.

When you finally bob your head up and down, spitting on his length and twisting your wrist to please Jungkook, he’s losing it. Mind reeling, cock hard and dribbling pre-cum into your pretty little mouth, moaning your name as he hits the back of your throat and you suck him off like your life depends on it.

Jungkook’s fingers weave through your hair, tugging as he fucks your face, listening to you gag around him. You meet his gaze, both fiery and full of lust as you bob up and down, making sure you roll his balls in your hands as your saliva runs down to them. He groans as he leans back further. His eyes flutter shut, his whiny cries making you wetter and wetter as Taehyung grips you hard enough to bruise, fucking you open for his fat cock as you sob his name, muffled by Jungkook’s heavy cock on your tongue.

“That’s it, baby girl. Take my fat cock like a good girl. Come around me, I know you want to,” Taehyung grunts as he fucks you faster.

The table Jungkook is on, slams into the wall with his thrusts and Jungkook curses as he pants, feeling you moan around him. His hair is disheveled from him carding his hand through it, too overcome with pleasure, unsure of what to grab onto.

Taehyung meets his gaze, and Jungkook loses it when you tongue his slit.

“Fuck, fuck. Doll, I’m gonna cum,” he warns but you don’t stop. You continue bobbing up and down, hollowing out your cheeks and tonguing his slit until he’s gripping your hair and thrusting into you, fucking your throat as he cries out for you.

“Baby! Baby, baby, baby!” Jungkook sobs, whining as he cums in your mouth but you don’t stop sucking him off. He whimpers when you tongue his slit again, collecting the remnants of his orgasm before releasing him and he hisses when he falls back onto the table.

His head lolls back as his pretty eyes sting with unshed tears and he stares at the ceiling as he tries to regulate his breathing. “Fuck, you’ve got a mouth on you, love.”

You make a show of swallowing before you grin proudly, but soon it’s wiped from your face as Taehyung grips your arms, putting them behind your back as he uses them for leverage.

“Come for me, baby.” Taehyung urges as he holds your hands behind your back with one hand and the other moves between your thighs, rubbing your clit in rigid circles. Seeing his boyfriend stuff your mouth full of come had riled him up more so, wanting to do the same.

Your cries grow in octaves. Taehyung’s name rolls off your tongue in broken sobs as your thighs tremble. Jungkook watches you intently as Taehyung makes you orgasm once again, soaking his cock and clenching around him until he’s pulling out.

“Can I come in your mouth?” Taehyung asks as he rips off the condom, stroking himself.

“Yes! Yes, please!” you nearly sob as you hastily drop to your knees in front of him. Taehyung curses. Your hand wrapped around him as you press your lips to his cock. You use your tongue to lick at the head and it doesn’t take too long until you’re rewarded with Taehyung cumming in your mouth, spurt after thick spurt hitting your tongue as you wrap your lips around him even as some of it runs down your chin.

Taehyung’s eyes are wild as he watches you swallow, again and again, only pulling away when you’re sure he’s done. You make a show of sticking your tongue out, licking up what you can from your chin before he’s helping you to your shaking legs and slotting his lips over yours, getting a taste of himself and Jungkook.

It’s a dirty, messy, kiss that leaves your toes curling as he walks you back into Jungkook, who kisses you next.

You’re left breathless and naked with your hand over your chest to try and calm the rapid pounding of your heart. You’re relieved to find Jungkook and Taehyung just as breathless as you. Jungkook is the first to get dressed before he’s picking your dress off the floor.

Jungkook helps you get dressed, kissing you as he pulls the dress over your head. He kisses you after you slide your arms into each of the armholes and then Taehyung steps up with your panties in his hands. His tattooed arm gets your attention as he holds your hip and you hold his shoulder to steady yourself as you step into your panties.

Jungkook makes sure your dress isn’t stuffed into your panties before he’s pulling you into a hug. Fuck, he didn’t want to let you go.

Taehyung wraps his arms around both of you. “That was unexpected.”

“But good?” you ask hesitantly.

“So good, princess,” Jungkook assures you as he sits on his chair and pulls you with him while Taehyung gets dressed and cleans the table.

Jungkook places your hands on his shoulder as he nuzzles into your neck, kissing it softly. You melt into him, not wanting to let him go.

Taehyung crouches down in front of you both, his hand resting on your thigh. He wishes you were at his home, he’d be able to cuddle the both of you to his heart’s content but he’s very aware that your activities haven’t gone unnoticed and it’s only a matter of time until Jimin or Hoseok are knocking on Jungkook’s door.

Taehyung steals a kiss from your lips, smiling when you grow flustered.

“We should get you to Hoseok, baby,” Taehyung whispers.

Your eyes widen, and suddenly you remember what you were here for, aside from your two new piercings.

“Oh, yeah!” you flush with heat as you get off Jungkook’s lap in a hurry. Taehyung chuckles as he rises to his full height.

“Come,” he takes your hand while Jungkook gets up and leads you to the door.

Dazed with a bright grin on your face, Jungkook and Taehyung walk with you hand in hand toward Hoseok’s studio. Jungkook wraps you up in his arms, his head on your shoulder as he sways you from side to side while Taehyung steps forward to knock on Hoseok’s door.

“Come in!” comes Hoseok’s response as Tae turns the knob and pushes the door open. Hoseok smiles when he sees his boyfriend looking absolutely delectable with his just fucked hair, he assumes he and Jungkook may have gone at it again in between clients. The two youngest always found it hard to keep their hands to themselves, especially in close quarters.

“Hey, babe,” Hoseok waves him over and Taehyung shakes his head. Hoseok raises a brow. Something was up.

“I brought someone,” he says simply before he looks over his shoulder and Jungkook is bringing you in. Hoseok is at a loss for words for a moment, swallowing thickly.

Well, this wasn’t exactly how he planned on easing you into his lifestyle.

“Hey, sweetheart! I was starting to worry you weren’t gonna show up,” Hoseok greets you easily as you step forward and pats the chair for you to take a seat. You do so, thighs still trembling and face still flushed thanks to your shenanigans with Jungkook and Taehyung.

Smirking, Hoseok rolls his chair forward. He can smell his boyfriends’ colognes on you, a scent he knows he can get used to when it melds with your soft flowery one.

“Ooh, you got two new piercings,” he comments as he gently cups your face. The rings on his hand are cool against your hot skin.

Turning to Jungkook, he asks, “Was this your doing?”

Jungkook looks away, his ears turning red as he finds the ceiling irrevocably interesting. Hoseok tuts, turning to Taehyung and raising a dark brow. Your thighs press together, remembering the last time you were in this studio, and Hoseok notes your movements before he’s turning to face you.

His dark eyes are nearly black as he takes you in, from the heavy rise and fall of your chest to the budding marks on your skin. If he looks a little closer, he’ll note the very, very familiar indents of the younger’s teeth, always a biter, that one.

“I did her nose,” Taehyung finally finds his voice. Licking his lips, he shoves his hands in his pockets as he leans against Hoseok’s desk, careful not to disturb any of the work that lies on it. “Jungkook did her brow.”

Hoseok nods as he leans in closer, noting a bit of swelling on your eyebrow, but nothing looks worrying at the moment. “Did you take it well, princess?”

“I did. It hurt,” you answer honestly as your hand goes to touch your brow, but Hoseok’s fingers wrap around your wrist gently.

“Baby girl, didn’t you promise you’d be good and not touch?” Hoseok asks in a low tone that has you biting back a moan. What was it about him that made you want to be the best girl for him? To please him and be praised by him again and again? Fuck, he was a danger to your health and he knew it; if his devilish grin was anything to go by.

“I did. I promise,” you clear your throat, hoping to rid yourself of the knot that forms. Jungkook giggles beside you, he’s all too familiar with Hoseok’s no-bullshit aura, and seeing its effect on you makes him giddy.

“Good!” Hoseok claps his hands softly. You pout, not liking how quickly his touch has left you. Taehyung snickers, covering his mouth with his hand. He exchanges a look with Jungkook before he’s walking over.

“Well, it looks like you’re in good hands,” Taehyung says with a hint of laughter.

“Yeah, we’ll see you upfront. I think we’re closing in a bit,” Jungkook states as he grabs Taehyung’s hand before either of you can protest.

“Subtle,” Hoseok rolls his eyes but is glad when they’re gone. You seem to relax a bit when they’re gone, and Hobi knows how overwhelming it can be when they’re all around.

“How does it look?” you ask, referring to your septum piercing and Hoseok switches to professional mode. He moves in closer, his hands on your cheeks once again as he tilts your head back a little bit. He inspects it, asking if you’ve been following his directions to the T and you nod as best as you can before answering verbally.

You ask him a few questions and he answers them all before he’s tapping your nose. “You’re the poster perfect client, babe. Did Tae and Kook take your picture?”

“No?” you think back and shake your head. “We got distracted.”

“I bet you did,” he laughs as he moves his leg forward and digs into his jeans pocket to take his phone out. You can’t help how nice his thick thighs look encased in his jeans and your eyes innocently waver over to his crotch.

“Brazen, are we?” Hoseok chuckles as he meets your embarrassed gaze.

“I-I was just…”

“Hoping to see my cock?” Hoseok grins salaciously and you bite your lip.

“Maybe?”

“And here I thought you were my good girl,” he clicks his tongue, feigning disappointment before he’s asking you to sit up. He rises from his seat, taking pictures of your new piercings before he’s slipping his phone back into his pocket.

“Do you have plans tonight, baby girl?” Hoseok asks as he holds his hand out for you to take. His hand is warm in yours and you’re careful as you rise off the chair, smoothing down your dress with your other hand.

“I’m free,” you answer, wondering what it is he has planned.

“Would you like to go out with me tonight?” Hoseok asks as he leads you into the hallway, pausing to turn the light off in his studio. He doesn’t need any of his belongings for tonight and he can pack a different bag for work tomorrow, anyway.

“Of course!” you blurt out, groaning at how overeager you sound. “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize, sweetheart. I like your enthusiasm and besides, you already know I like you, so seeing you so excited to go out with me makes me incredibly happy.”

You smile, feeling the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach.

Hoseok returns your smile, his hand pushing a lock of your hair behind your ear. “You look so beautiful, love. I like your dress.”

“Thank you. I wore it for you,” you say honestly, maintaining eye contact. Hoseok nearly growls at your admittance, gently pressing you to the wall beside his studio as he captures your lips with his. It had been hard keeping his distance from you, trying to remain professional but he’d been hoping to see you since the first time. Work had been drowning him lately and he’d been looking forward to today immensely. He was glad to have you in his arms once again, kissing you and rekindling that initial spark from that night.

“Hoseok,” his name escapes you in a heady tone that makes his cock throb. Fuck, he wants another taste of you but he’s set on taking you out first before any of that occurs again.

“I know, baby. Fuck, you’ve got me losing my mind,” he admits, kissing your cheek before he’s leading you down the hall to the reception area.

Jimin smirks when he sees both of you holding hands as you stroll to the reception desk. “Well, don’t you look ravished?”

Jungkook shoves his foot into the back of Jimin’s chair, causing him to be squished into his desk. Jimin sends a glare over his shoulder to Jungkook, who rolls his eyes.

Clearing his throat, Jimin smiles and tries again. “Don’t you look ravishing!”

“Thank you,” you nod. “I wasn’t sure if the eyebrow piercing would suit me.”

“You look great, love,” Taehyung assures you and you note he’s in the same spot you’d seen him in when you’d first walked in earlier. You thank him sincerely.

“Oh, I need to pay,” you say as you reach for your purse and Hoseok stops you, handing his card to Jimin, who smirks like the cat who ate the canary.

“Hobi, you didn’t have-” Hoseok shushes you with a kiss. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Then dinner’s on me,” you reply and he’s about to protest, but you kiss him before he can say a word.

“Ooh, she’s got you matched,” Jimin giggles as he hands Hobi his card and receipt.

“She does, doesn’t she?” Hoseok asks with sparkling eyes as his heart skips a beat. He wraps his arm around your waist to pull you close and you smile shyly as you lean into him.

Jungkook and Taehyung watch the two of you intently, grinning to themselves before Jimin is rising from his seat, and grabbing his backpack off the desk.

“Well, everyone else has left for the day, and a shop without piercers doesn’t need to be open. Do you want to go to dinner?” Jimin asks Tae and Jungkook, who nod.

“You better not follow us,” Hoseok raises a brow.

“Now, would we do something like that?” Jungkook asks in the best innocent tone he can conjure, his hands over his heart.

“Yes, yes you would,” Hoseok scoffs as he leads you out of the shop and walks you to your car. He tells you where to meet him, stealing a kiss from you before he’s shutting your car door once you’re settled in. He watches you go before he’s looking over his shoulder at his three boyfriends, who have hearts in their eyes along with mischief.

They were definitely going to show up to dinner.

Sigh.

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miracles-and-butterflies · 5 months

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Encanto Ride the Cyclone AU.

For @glowing-celesticpetals, based on the prompt: “maybe something about Antonio or Bruno in the Ride the Cyclone Au?”

This is the last you’ll see of the living side; the family grieving the loss of the four children.

Comments are always appreciated.

Warning, sensitive topics ahead: character death.

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Just Another Tragic Fact

Bruno sighed to himself.

The four gravestones, all lined up, layered in a variety of plants - Isabela would have hated it if it was all just flowers.

Here lies

Luisa Amalia Rojas Madrigal

14th November 1930 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter and sister.

Here lies

Camilo Valentino Estrada Madrigal

28th December 1934 - 14th September 1951

Beloved son and brother.

Here lies

Isabela Cristina Rojas Madrigal

7th August 1928 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter and sister.

Here lies

Dolores Victoria Estrada Madrigal

31st August 1928 - 14th September 1951

Beloved daughter, sister and partner.

Seeing it makes it real.

Not that it didn’t feel real watching the crash and seeing their dead bodies be pulled from the wreckage.

The funeral had came and went.

The loss of the children, who had been dubbed ‘Encanto’s Four Saints’, had impacted the town itself. Everyone was draped in mourning garb and music and laughter almost vanished from the streets.

But, of course, it brought the most impact to the Madrigals themselves.

“I’m sorry,” Bruno says to them.

It’s a relatively bright and dry afternoon - considering Encanto has been living in a constant storm since the Cyclone accident.

Pepa must be asleep. She’s done a lot more of that recently.

He doesn’t blame her.

“I should have seen… I should have been able to warn you. Then maybe you’d still be…” he sighs, breaking into tears again.

“Tío Bruno?”

He sniffles. “Hey, Toñito.”

“What are you doing?”

“I thought I’d just come to see them. It’s a nice day.”

“You don’t have to say ‘sorry’. You couldn’t have known what would happen at the fair.”

“No, you all couldn't have known. This is my gift. This is what I’m for. But… I didn’t even think to look and now it’s my fault they’re gone.”

“Still. You can’t blame yourself.”

Tight arms fasten around him.

Bruno accepts the hug.

It probably should be the other way around, it’s not him who has lost his siblings and cousins.

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Antonio doesn’t quite process that they are gone.

He knows they are dead, but… their family has a miracle, why wouldn’t it bring them back?

When a bunch of baby capybaras are born the following week, he names them after his siblings and cousins.

The quietest capybara he names Lola. She was the oldest of the four. She’s always hiding behind his legs. She insists she be carried up and down the stairs. He finds a pinkish red ribbon in Mirabel’s room that he asks his Mama to tie in a bow for Lola.

Next came Luis. He was the biggest of the litter, so Antonio didn’t need to mark him to tell him apart. Luis was more like a playful puppy than anything else, frequently managing to sneak out of Antonio’s room to wander around Casita in search of belly rubs.

Then there was Belita, or Bela, depending on whether or not Antonio was telling her off. Like her mother, Chispi, she was very confident and snarky. However, lacked her mother’s chill. She was full of energy - if Antonio didn’t put her to bed with her siblings, he would be sure she never slept.

And lastly there was Milo, possibly Antonio’s favourite but don’t tell the others. Getting his brother’s name, he was exactly like him. Mischievous, loves food, and maybe a little too dramatic. Milo was good at making him laugh and, after everything, that is what he needed.

He assembles them all before bed, so that when Mama or Papa or both of them come to read his story, they are there too.

Abuela would happily spend time babysitting the four of them while Antonio was at school.

If they came into the kitchen, Tía Julieta would offer them scraps or spare food they could eat.

Tío Agustín had built a little wooden cart that Antonio could pull them around in.

Tío Bruno pretty much adopted them alongside his many rats, as the best pets/children ever.

It was another week later that Antonio got an idea.

“What are you doing, mijo?” His mother asked one day. It was just before dinner - table already set up, but nobody had called them to eat.

Then she noticed the extra chairs and plates that had been added to the table. And Antonio having placed each capybara on their namesake’s chair, which was stacked with pillows, so their heads just about reached the table.

“I thought they could join us for dinner!” He offered. “And Chispi is here too to watch them. I got her a spare chair all by myself.”

Pepa didn’t know what to say. “Is your Abuela okay with this?”

“Why wouldn’t she be? She loves them. I saw her cuddling Milo and Lola when I came home today. I think she likes them more than Tío Bruno’s rats.” He informed, happily.

“Well, but, you know what Tía Julieta is like with animals at the table,” Pepa tried again.

“I don’t think she’ll mind. It’s like having the family back together!”

Thunder rumbled.

“I was meant to ask Bruno something,” she excused herself, brushing through her braid as she walked off.

Antonio stood in silence.

He glances at Chispi, “Did I do something wrong?”

~~~~~~

It’s a silent night.

They are slowly coming out of mourning and adjusting back to normality.

Starting to work again.

The colours of black and dark blue and dark grey begin to fade away.

The eternal storm that Encanto has been wrapped in since September is slowly breaking away. Now it is just occasional spells of heavy rain and sleet.

Antonio has long since been put to bed, with the four capybaras.

The rest of the adults stay up.

What once would have been a night of some wine, a few cards games, music and laughter, is now just a solemn conversation in the candlelight.

They ‘um’ and ‘ah’ over what could have been.

Where and what the children are doing, now that they are no longer among the living.

“And the other one?” Agustín dares to ask. “Did anyone ever come for her?”

“Was she at least identified?” Félix inquires.

“No.” Alma answers. “The order was given for her to be buried today.”

Pepa tugs at her hair, shivering. “I can’t imagine it. A child. Just like the rest of them. Except in an unmarked grave, and not a soul to care.”

“Her poor family,” Bruno remarks. “My sympathy is with them.”

“No.” Julieta shook her head. “To let their child go… and they don’t even care. They either didn’t care to look in the first place or they couldn't recognise their own bloody child. It’s horrible. They don’t deserve any sympathy.”

“Julieta!” Her mother and brother both exclaim, in shock at her attitude.

All the family is, but Agustín and Félix are stunned into silence (not that they find a fault in her statement, it’s just unexpected for her), and Pepa is already nodding her head in agreement.

“I agree.” She said, turning to Julieta. “If it was one of our babies, I would have known instantly. Heartless people.”

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creat0r-cat · 10 months

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Iplier Egos Head Cannon - What Song in "Encanto" Did They Get Emotional During?

Darkiplier

Surface Pressure

Deep down he really does care about his “brothers”

He thinks he needs to keep up the tough guy act to make them think he isn’t afraid

He is

He REALLY is

He’s worried about the space/time continuum, keeping order, and making sure the ipliers’ existence stays a secret

He tries not to let the others see the tears that involuntarily start to fall as Louisa sings about her struggles as the strongest sister

Wilford

He probably heard all of the songs before watching the movie

He wouldn’t really cry for any of them in particular (feeling that he doesn’t necessarily relate to any of them)

However

He would look at certain egos to watch their reactions during different songs

He would notice the small things that happen and slowly learn more about his “brothers” based on the musical numbers and their lyrics

After the movie, he’d probably go and visit the egos that had the worst reactions (who got the most emotional or those who would straight up leave the room)

He did get a little bothered listening to “Dos Oruguitas” though

He didn’t get emotional per say

But watching Pedro die with the love song in the background kinda reminded him of when he lost Celine

Fortunately, he opted not to dwell on it too much

Actor

Waiting On A Miracle

This boy is INSECURE because of his breakup with Celine

Is he good enough?

Has he done enough?

Is he really worthy of anything?

He wants to be better

He wants his life to be better

But everything seems to slip through his fingers, coming back to resent him later on

He just wants someone to open their eyes and see that he’s worth their time, even if that person is Dark

Mirabel dancing on screen, singing about how she wished to be noticed as part of the family, made Actor tear up, wiping them away before someone could see them

Eventually, it got to be too much (especially seeing how Mirabel was pushed away by her family after trying to help them) and he left the room, using the excuse of getting more snacks

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he had a silent breakdown

Googleplier

Surface Pressure

I can’t really hear Louisa sing “I’m pretty sure I’m worthless if I can’t be of service” without thinking about Google and his first objective

Yes, his secondary objective is relatively important, but the first one is.. Well it’s his PRIMARY objective

If he can’t do anything other than hurt people, then what is the point of him being there?

His optics widen and his mechanical heart speeds up

“How do you feel?” survey pops up and he clicks on one

“I’m in this picture and I don’t like it”

Bingiplier

What Else Can I Do?

He’s imperfect

That’s all I really need to say, but I’ll continue

He’s always compared to Google and he knows deep down that he’s worth more than his search bar abilities

He doesn’t want to be perfect like Google

He just wants to be himself, which is hard when everyone is always doting on him for every mistake he makes

Isabella creating spiky plants and beautiful flowers in front of him makes his optics widen and he slowly smiles, feeling an odd mixture of happiness and sadness as he watches her accept her imperfections in spite of her family’s expectations

Dr. Iplier

He doesn’t really get emotional during the songs

However

When it’s revealed that Bruno has been shunned by his family because of his gift, he smiled sadly

“How unfortunate,” he thought, “for someone to be abandoned because of something uncontrollable and never be spoken of again for fear of taboo”

He’s seen patients in the hospital who never have anyone visit them

He always feels sad when he finds out that someone has been abandoned

He secretly makes trips to animal shelters for that reason, to visit the abandoned animals and give them some love

He gets happy again when Bruno is reunited with his loved ones who welcome him back with open arms

Yandereplier

Dos Oruguitas

He wouldn’t relate to any of the English songs enough to have a real reaction

He gets emotional during certain parts of the movie because he recognizes a lot of what’s going on in the Madrigal family (Toxic family roles and stuff like that)

He feels bad for the characters (especially Mirabel and Bruno)

But when “Dos Oruguitas” starts playing and we find out the heartbreaking truth behind Abuelo Pedro’s death

WHOOOO BOY the tears start FLOWING

He hates to imagine the pain Abuela went through, losing the love of her life

Yandere, being a very romantic man, can’t stand the thought of his own senpai leaving him

Like, she’s everything to him!

He’d become very protective of her after watching this movie, afraid of anyone taking her away from him

He’s fine with the movie though, loves the music for the most part

Yancy

Friggin ALL OF THE SONGS

He loves music and finds each of them so amazing

He also kinda relates to each of the English sung songs in their own way (except “We Don’t Talk About Bruno”)

WOAM: The want to be extraordinary and help others

SP: The need to be the tough one and look out for his fellow prisoners and weaker “brothers”

WECAD: The want to live life how he wants without being the picture perfect civilian that the world wants him to be

He thinks very highly of this movie and loves it to bits

He does eventually become frustrated with how often “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” gets sung by people both online and in real life

Like, he gets that it’s a catchy song, but still, give it a break

Illinois

Waiting On A Miracle

Yes, Illinois is a special adventurous and flirtatious boy

But not everything is really as it seems with him

His whole “Everyone falls in love with me” act is a facade

He’s trying to convince himself that he’s loved / cared about by someone

He took up adventuring to be different

To be a conversation starter

To be interesting so that somebody

ANYBODY

Would look his way and want to be around him

After all..

He wasn’t special or cool enough growing up to have many / any friends

He sees way too much of himself in Mirabel and ends up leaving the group for a few minutes to cry in the bathroom

Engineer Mark

Waiting On A Miracle

What else needs to be said?

If given pictures of Engineer and Mirabel everyone would say they were the same image

Insecure

Feels unwanted

Wants to be impressive and help those around him with his talents and ideas

Hides behind a false persona of happiness

THEY

ARE

THE

SAME

PERSON

He’s close to leaving the room but stays put, activating his space helmet which is also soundproof so no one can see / hear him start to cry

Poor man can’t hear “Waiting On A Miracle” without having a breakdown

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 1 year

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continuing the toxic/crazy baby daddy series😂:

Imagine the weekend rolls by once again. Dame is standing at the front door, waiting for BM to answer it. after waiting for about two minutes, BM finally opens the door with their daughter and her overnight bag in her hands.

Dame is excited to see his daughter, but he’s more focused/taken aback by what his BM has on. the velvet ruched bodycon dress she has on has his eyes glued to her frame as she hands him their daughter and her bag.

“where you goin’?”, Dame asks as his eyebrows furrow. “out.”, BM answers simply as that was all he needed to know. “out where?” getting annoyed with his questions, BM rolls her eyes. “it doesn’t matter, Damian.”

inhaling and exhaling to calm his rising nerves, his jaw clenched as he looks at the length of the dress, barely stopping below her ass. before he could say anything, BM realizes she forgot to put something in her daughters bag. “shit. i forgot to put her eczema lotion in there. i’ll be right back.”, BM says before running into the house.

while she’s gone, Dame uses this as an opportunity to pry some information from their daughter. “babygirl, do you know where mommy is going?”, he asks, looking down at his twin.

the little girl shakes her head no. “daddy, i want some juice.” nodding his head, Damian carried the child into the house and into the kitchen before sitting her down at the kitchen island. while he was pouring her juice, a ping comes from BM’s phone, which is sitting next to the daughter.

handing babygirl the sippy cup full of juice, Damian let’s curiosity get the best of him and he peeks over to see Terrances’ name with a heart emoji with the message ‘you ready for date night, ma?😏’

Damian damn near smashes her phone right there. “babygirl, go find something to watch on tv. i gotta go talk to mommy.”

“Okay,” his little princess says, grabbing her blue sippy cup. Dame picks his three year old daughter up and walks her to the living room. His BM hadn’t cleaned up the pillows on the floor from earlier when they were having a Disney movie binge. Damion doesn’t have to ask his daughter what she wants to watch, he finds Encanto and his daughter falls into the trap of that movie. She falls on her back and neglects her cup.

Dame tickles her feet which causes her to giggle before he jogs back to the kitchen to retrieve his BM’s phone. He makes his way upstairs and follows the sound of his BM moving things around in the hallway bathroom. When he finally makes it there, he peeks inside to find her checking beneath the sink. She’s on her knees with her ass facing him and her heeled feet. Dame slips inside before shutting the bathroom door. She looks up at him, some of her hair from the half up half down style falling over her shoulder.

“Where is my daughter? You better not have left her in the car Dame—”

“She’s watching Encanto as we speak. What’s this shit?”

Dame shows her the unread text notification from her Lock Screen. Her face was stony but her eyes were fearful. She picked herself up and snatched her phone from his grip, trying her best to ignore his impenetrable glare. She cut her eyes to the door but he was standing right there with his hand on the knob.

“FINE. Terrance is taking me out on a date. Why does it matter so much to you? We’re not an item anymore.”

Dame laughs, something he did often to calm his rage. She knew that.

Dame swiped his nose with his thumb, eyebrows creased, “You serious? Why do you keep playing in my face? I thought we already talked about this?!”

“Well I changed my mind!” She yelled, “I’m not doing this with you anymore. I don’t owe you nothing—”

“You fucking him after this date?” Dame questioned.

She opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. Dame’s eyes narrowed dangerously at her lack of response.

“Text Terrance back and tell him you ain’t coming. And if you don’t, I will. Think I’m playing.”

She laughed, “I’m not texting him, and neither are you. When are you going to learn that this is over?”

“When are you going to stop playing games and admit that you don’t want it to be over?”

She looks away, “Dame, MOVE he’s outside.”

“Oh REALLY?” Dame locks the door, “Then I guess you gotta let him know in person, ma.”

Her eyes ran up and down Dame’s body while he started to take off his denim jacket revealing a white T-shirt that fit him snugly around his biceps. The gold chain she bought him was still around his neck and it brought back all the memories of how she used to grip it when he was on top of her.

“Dame,” She couldn’t believe how shaky her voice sounded, “Get out of my way.”

“I’ll move when I’m finished with you,” Dame picks her up and sits her on the sink, “once I’m done fucking some sense into your defiant ass, I’ll send you to him with my cum drippin’ down your inner thighs and my scent ALL OVER YOU.”

She shuddered at his words, delivering weak pushes to his solid chest that eventually turned into her gripping his T-shirt in her fist. Dame pulled her panties to the side and got down on his knees so he could be face to face with what will ALWAYS BE HIS.

“If you letting me do this, you know just as much as I know, where you belong.”

He pushed her legs back and dragged his tongue over her lower lips while Terrence called her wondering where she could be.

#dame anderson #nahimjustfeelingit-writes #creedsmut #creed 3 #creed iii #creedimagine

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stoat-party · 1 year

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My lukewarm takes on Romeo and Juliet characters, heavily influenced by the specific production I watched yesterday

Romeo: So extra. Absolute drama king. He would watch Encanto and not be able to stop thinking about it for a month. He absolutely fell in love twice in a week based purely on looks, but that love was pure and romanticized to no end. In his mind, it was worth dying for. He should have been allowed to be a stupid kid, but under the circumstances he felt forced to marry in secret.

Juliet: Every adult in this girl’s life failed her. Of course she fell in love with Romeo, she’s thirteen. Their relationship isn’t particularly profound, it’s their devotion. Their innocence. When you were a thirteen-year-old girl, didn’t you fantasize about doing something drastic just to make your father understand? She’s the girl who acted on that fantasy, in the most horrible way. And she’s a child. A baby. They’re all just babies.

Paris: Himbo. Yeah, he tried to marry a thirteen-year-old girl. Yeah, he’s probably an adult by our standards, or close to it. However misguided his feelings toward her, though, they were real. He felt protective toward this girl he’d barely met. That wasn’t the blood feud talking. It was his meathead himbo brain. What caused this man to think it was okay to marry a little girl? How was he so casual about it? Why so violent? We’ll never know.

Benvolio: Shares an archetype with Horatio. Guy who lives, but at what cost? When I read the play he seemed like the sweet, reasonable one, but this production really played up the teenaged boyness of it all. The important parts to him, though, are that he loved Romeo, and he didn’t want any of this. Noticeably absent in the final acts.

Mercutio: Baby. Actual tiny baby man. I read this book when I was fifteen, I had no maternal feelings toward any of these kids, but this actor’s Mercutio broke me. He was just a little goofball from a rich family, he had no concept of consequences. The actor was an adult but somehow made his voice crack. When he started a swordfight over a cause that had nothing to do with him, it was like I was watching a puppy trying to play keep-away with a tiger. Tybalt even backed off and tried to sheathe his sword, but Mercutio gave him a little *boop* on the backside and it started again. His death scene started off laughing and ended in screaming. After Act III, all jokes in the play cease.

Nurse: I just feel bad for whoever gets cast as the nurse to get insulted for three hours.

Friar Lawrence: Who does this guy think he is? Okay, he couldn’t have predicted the plague or the duel, but he seems very confident about courses of action that have a high likelihood of ending in tragedy. The lesson is, don’t enable teen hormones just because you think it’ll help you end a blood feud. I can’t discount his good intentions, though, and the kids would probably have been worse off without him.

Tybalt: I seethe.

Lord Capulet: I’m doing this for your own good but also I’ll ruin your life if you disobey ok? <3

Lady Capulet: She definitely shares some of the blame for what happened, but her love was genuine. She had been brought into this cycle at Juliet’s age, how was she supposed to break out?

Lady Montague: idk why shakespeare thought killing her offstage was necessary. we don’t even find out until after the climax so why? it’s more thematically consistent if all the deaths are young people.

Rosaline: If thou findeth thyself in a Shakespearean tragedy, get thee to a nunnery.

#romeo and juliet #romeo montague #romeo #juliet capulet #juliet #shakespeare #mercutio #tybalt #tybalt capulet #benvolio #benvolio montague #william shakespeare #romeo & juliet

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prophetic-hijinks · 1 year

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Princessa ( a Luisa drabble)

“OOH that slit goes high!” Isabella declared in a mock scandalized tone. As Dolores squeaked and blushed, flashing her leg out from one of Elena’s lounge dresses a few inches too short on the bottom. Enjoying the tinkling sound of crystal beads colliding only audible to her. As the excited sounds of Mirabel’s voice echoed from the closet into the cave-like antechamber of Bruno and Elena’s bedroom.

Elena giggled from her place on the loveseat next to Luisa, as Mirabel brought a handful of dresses to lay on the bed. The trio cooed over the glamorous styles. Deciding which dress would fit whom, and who was going to go next. Of course, these styles are not ones any of the girls would ever wear in the Encanto. But a throwaway statement of the girls being welcome to borrow any dress had a very pregnant Elena nearly dragged to Bruno’s tower to play dress-up. Meanwhile, the seer decided to make himself scarce to ask Antonio how to mediate a serious conflict among the rats.

Luisa and Elena watched the happy proceedings as Mirabel disappeared behind the screen to try on a velvet green dress with faux pearls hanging on the shoulder. The dress she wore the first night Bruno saw her, and her life changed. Instinctively she brought her hand to her swollen belly, happy as can be. She would be unlikely to fit those dresses again, but it was more than a fair trade.

“Whoo!”, Elena exclaimed as she felt a kick. Luisa flinching at her side, immediately reacting with protective concern. Hands at the ready to help where no help could be given.

“It’s alright, I think their ears were burning. I was thinking about them.”

Then another kick gave her a start, and Luisa reflexively checked on Elena again. “Should I get Mom?”

“I’m fine Lu. I think the armistice is over. The twins are taking turns trading fire as wombmates”. The pun perhaps not hitting, as Luisa’s brown eyes didn’t drop a smidgen of concern after the joke.

“I’m really ok, I promise.”

“Sorry, I know it is normal it's just… you’re just so small”. Luisa trailed off almost apologetically, she had been reacting strongly to every kick all morning. Elena put a reassuring hand on her arm, as she leaned back to take pressure off her spine.

“No smaller than Alma was I have been told, and she had three. Besides we know for a fact everything will be ok”. Elena said gently waving to the glowing green tablet of her future family framed above the bed. A rectangle piece of emerald glass save for a small corner cut out to make their wedding rings. A promise for a future that was almost here.

Satisfied Luisa smiled, and they both looked back at the three girls. Mirabel was trying her signature dancing twirl, but the too-tight dress was not willing to accommodate. A clever seamstress, Mirabel on her own embroidered skirt dropped the waist to capture maximum twirl. Obviously glitz and glitter had downsides.

“I’m sorry I’m too short for you to wear my dresses,” Elena offered as she thought about the contents of her closet, and if anything could be used to help her share in this moment. But her mind was drawing a blank.

“It’s alright, I like my practical clothes.” Luisa countered, but Elena didn’t quite believe it.

Luisa’s room at the beginning portion functioned like a gym. A room full of weights and dumbbells that would make Hugo jealous. The balcony like entry, opening up to a beautiful vista of rocky mountains as strong and imposing as her exterior. But like Luisa, her true nature was hidden deeper. A childlike sweetness of a woman denied a proper childhood. Her bedroom full of soft fuzzy rugs, flower linens, family photos and drawings collected on the walls, sheer curtains hanging over her bed, and a pile of stuffed animals she was gifted over the years. Of all his daughters, and despite all appearances, Luisa was Agustin’s little princess.

‘Oh that’s it!’ Elena thought with excitement as she swung her legs up, using the momentum to vault her and her rotund belly forward out of the chair. The sudden motion caught Luisa at such a surprise, she didn’t have a chance to help the petite songbird stand before she was waddling like a petite penguin to her cavernous closet.

“Now it’s not ‘practical’ mind you,” Elena called loudly from the magical closet that was bigger on the inside. Before emerging with a green velvet box. “But I have something perfect for you.”

“When I was young I used to do birthday parties during the day, and lounge at night.” Elena said with a sheepish smile, As she opened the lid. "The dresses are gone, but I couldn’t get rid of this.” With a flourish, she revealed a shimmering costume princess crown. Delighted to see Luisa’s eyes widen at the treasure. “I am a little bit of a pack rat.” Elena said as she gently fixed the crown onto Luisa’s head, pulling her braid to cover the sides. “But perhaps that is why your uncle loves me?”, she joked.

“So beautiful,” Elena said stepping back to admire her lovely sobrina. “It’s yours if you want it.”

The quickness a teary-eyed Luisa stood to tower over Elena to envelope her in one of her signature bear hugs, did give Elena pause as to whether she would pop under that affection. But ever conscious of her strength, Luisa adjusted quickly and gently enfolded her tia in thanks. Before excitedly going to admire herself in the long mirror, the trio of girls chorusing “oohs and awws” as Luisa joined them.

With very little grace, Elena gingerly sat down to watch the proceedings. A tiny oof as she settled into place with a pillow shoved behind her spine.

“I wonder, do I have a little princess of my own?” Elena asked quietly, but a smiling glance from Dolores told her it was still heard.

A tiny kick came in response and Elena leaned back happily.

#drabble #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #elena ruiz #elena madrigal #prophetic vignettes #fanfics #encanto #family bonding

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6rookie-writer0110 · 2 months

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We found time

Chase Stein x Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Request: Where Chase needs somewhere to crash for the night and he goes to readers house soaking wet from the rain reader lets him in ofc and gives him some clothes to change into, they are watching a movie and one thing leads to another you can do smut or fluff it really don’t matter

Chase left his house because he didn't want to be alone. But it started to rain hard and he got soaked within seconds. He rushed to your house and the rain didn't lighten up. You are home thinking about what movie to watch, but you text your boyfriend but he hasn't replied back yet. A couple of minutes later, you hear the doorbell ring and you go to open the door.

“Chase, you are soaked,” You said.

You let him inside and he followed you to the bathroom.

“I came to see you,” Chase said.

“You could have called and I would have picked you up,” You said.

You give him the towel and he starts to get undressed. Chase starts to dry himself and you go to grab extra clothes for him. You gave it to him and you waited in your bedroom. A few minutes later, he comes out and you stand up and you kissed him on the lips.

“Why you didn't call?” You asked.

“I thought I would make it in time to your house before the rain” Chase smiled.

“Next time call or you will get sick,” You said.

“And you can take care of me. Oh, I like that idea” Chase smiled again.

He wraps his arms around you and you start to laugh.

He followed you to the kitchen. You take out the frozen pizza, but Chase puts more cheese and pepperoni on the pizza. You put it in the oven and wait. He starts to kiss you and you wrap your arms around him. You and Chase start to smile and you start to kiss him again.

—-

After eating the pizza, you and Chase start to talk about what movie to see.

“I don't want to see a cheesy romantic movie,” You said.

“How about action movies? Or how about the movie Encanto? You said that you wanted to watch it” Chase said.

“Do you want to see it?” You asked.

“I want to see the movie, Luca” Chase said.

“How about we watch Luca then Encanto?” You said.

“Awesome! I will get the snacks” Chase smiled.

You grab the extra blanket and put it on your bed. Chase comes back with the snacks and you put the movie on. You and Chase get in bed and start to eat the snacks. You and Chase are enjoying the movie, Luca and Chase eat most of the popcorn. In the second movie, you cuddle with your boyfriend. You have your head on his chest and he kissed your head. You move closer and you put your leg on top of him.

During the movie, you and Chase start to kiss each other. You feel his hand under your shirt and you are smiling at him.

“I’m glad you came,” You said.

“Been having a tough time?” Chase asked.

“Kinda. But you being here did make me smile” You said.

“Good to know” Chase smiled.

He starts to kiss you and you start to smile again. You lie on your back unexpectedly he lies on top of you.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“I want you to keep me warm,” Chase said.

He snuggled on you and his hair is touching your chin. You couldn't help to giggle and he just smiled.

#chase stein x reader #Chase Stein imagine #gender neutral reader #gender neutral post #x male reader

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lolita-lollipop · 2 years

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saw you were taking encanto requests so i wanted to pitch in and ask for something that includes all the grandkids, who decide to kidnap adopt a girl just a few months younger than camilo and mirabel. they do this upon learning that her family is neglectful and she’s never known love. so they treat her like a beloved little sister, perhaps living out their fantasies of having a sweet baby sis.

YANDERE MADRIGAL FAMILY X READER

I’m sorry this is so late- literally forgot to post it💀

It was Antonio’s door ceremony , the village was lively with color, flowers bloomed at every green patch of grass, the members of la familia madrigal could be seen happily buzzing around the village, happy to accept any congraduations from the citizens. You were stuck in the shop all day, selling old items from way before you were born. Your parents of course, we’re off celebrating the new induction to the small boy named Antonio, leaving you to deal with everything, yet again.

You knew you should be happy, today marks a new day of flourishment for the village, but you just can’t seem to swipe that scoul from your features. Sure, you’d made very good friends with the madrigals, they were your best customers, Luisa often came in your shop to speak with you, Camilo would disguise himself every time, but you always knew it was him, and Isabela… she thought this place was too dirty, so she had taken you on somewhat of a date to the flower fields. Abuela had come in once or twice, didn’t buy anything, but spoke with you for a brief few minutes. The madrigal family was lived across the board, they were the reason that you were even alive today, but still, you couldn’t be happy for them. It was selfish. But it was true.

They were lively people, and they treated you like a a little sister or a daughter, but everytime you go to one of these ceremonies, every time you see mirabel and her mama in the plaza, you are just reminded of everything you’re missing in life. They have love, they are close knit. Someone would know if they go missing, or if they are found hung from the ceiling, someone will care for them. They know that no one will just forget them and go on with their lives. It always just sparked endless jealousy in you whenever you saw them smiling together, laughing together. And then they unknowingly rub it in by inviting you to their family dinners, by having sleepovers in Isabella’s room, or being hugged by Luisa. It was like they were just trying to prove how much you didn’t fit in.

You wish you had an Abuela that cared about your family, or a mama who would hold you close and comfort you when upset, or a papa who bragged about your accomplishments to others.

Especially now, as you stood in the crowd of people, watching at the golden family ascended the stairs of la casita. everyone around was cheerful, wearing the best of their best outfits, dancing and singing, just awaiting the reveal of Antonio’s room. You were a stark contrast to the general tone of the room, you had hoped that tonight maybe your parents would spend time with you, but they left yoh in a corner the second they left. You know, it’s sad and stupid to be mopey for no reason, but you couldn’t help but set a sad mood. It showed through your features too, a sad scowl and droopy eyes displayed on your face, you didn’t talk to anyone. Not even Isabella when she tried to feed you some of the arepas from the snacks. You didn’t realize that the entire madrigal family was solely focused on you, even Antonio was worried. Why were you sad? A fiesta is meant for smiles and flowers and madrigal weirdness, not a sad child longing for attention.

While in your daze, longingly staring at the family, you failed to notice the putter patter of la casita trying to speak, that was until it tapped at your foot. The tiles under your two feet moved around, fluttering and twisting until you snapped out of whatever trance you were in. You tilted your head down with a sorrowful smile at the times, which had now rearranged themselves into a smiley face.

“Hi, casita.” You said no more words than that, and it seemed to understand, leaving you along for a few seconds, before scuffling back with one of the pretty red roses isabela had grown. Of course la casita thought it would help you, being a smile yo your face, but instead it just furthered your sorrow, oh great! Isabel’s flowers that you would never be able to grow even if you had a green thumb! Wonderful! Your frown deepened.

“I really just- I don’t want to do this right now. Can I be alone. Please” you talked to the floor like a madwoman, but the tiles hook left to right, almost as if to say no. You let out a sigh, and continued to drone out the rest of the world, now solely focusing on the tiles, and the house that oh so desperately wants to make our happy. So it left, again, just for a few seconds. Only to come back again, this time in the shape of an arrow, pointing towards the set of stairs behind a wall, almost hidden.

“Oh? What? Do you want me to follow?” The tiles shooks up and down, and your questioned it for a solid moment, looking back at the family and the party, it probably wasn’t respectful to just run around someone’s house, before remembering that this is why you’re sad “oh damn it all, what have I got to lose?” You huffed, and followed the arrow.

You remained silent at the rest of the travel through the home, step by step, la casita placed pillows behind you as if it expected you to fall, you didn’t notice of course, too focused on how the tiles seemed to glow more and more as you followed them. You walked up and up and up until you reached the top, and heaved yourself past the hallway too. You’d never seen this part of the house, maybe they just kept it hidden from everyone else. But it was beautiful, flowers were painted along the borders of the walls, and vines hung from the ceiling with roses and lights attached to them, you smiled at the sight. How pretty. La casita seemed happy at the soft upturn of your lips, yet it wasn’t done. It shook the wall in front of you, sending the wood creaking and squeaking. Your brows furrowed at the sight, is this all it wanted to lead you to? A wall?

You pressed your hand flat against the wall, softly huffing, all at once you seemed to remeber that sorrow, that anger at your own parents, yoh were just trying to distract with stupid games with some stupid house, a stupid house that you’d stared at every time you passed, a stupid house that you lingered by, a house that was filled with curiosity and joy, but now just felt sorrowful. You placed your forehead against the wAll, closing your eyes and attempting to stop yourself from letting your tears run free. Yet one still rolled down your cheek.

“Y/n! I was wondering when this would happen.” You heard a voice behind you speak up, but you didn’t move, too flustered to care that someone was experience you crying. After a few seconds you could recognize that voice as Camilla, gone was that playful tone, he seemed utterly worried, you could hear it in how worry and frantic ness was laced in his tone. When you had finally pried your eyes open, finally reigned your emotions in enough to not start sobbing, you were met with a shocking sight

A glowing door in place of the wall, reading “y/‘ madrigal”.

“C-Camilo? What?” You questioned, backing o from the door the second you spotted it, you did nothing but hit Camilla chest, and he gripped your shoulder, keeping you in place and pushing you towards it.

“It’s okay- it’s okay. Just open it” he gushed, shoving you forward gently until you stumbled to the door, your initials were engraved on the doorknob. It was pretty, but it didn’t feel real. Why would this be happening, maybe this is a dream. You stared at the door skeptically, and reached your hand out, skeptically, but before you did anything (also skeptically) your attention was drawn to a voice.

“But today isn’t just a day for antoñio, we have someone special, someone new!” You were able to recognized the voice as Abuelas, seconds after the announcement, there was a bright spotlight on you, and you brought your hand away from the door to shield your eyes.

“Dear y/n has been bruised, neglected, and hated for all of her life. Pobre pequeña Bebe. We’re giving her a new life! A new chance to be loved!” Abuela announced and splayed her arms out, her demanding voice sparked motivation in the eyes of the citizens. They all stared at you in pure awe for a few moments, then the crowd erupted in cheers, screaming for you. It’s not like it wasn’t obvious how miserable you were, they see Bruno more than you, and they don’t even talk about him!

Now you were utterly confused, if you refused this, and went down the stairs, then you would be either seen as 1. A coward, or 2. A sign of bad luck on the village, it would weaken the magic. But if you said yes, then… we’ll you don’t know what’s gonna happen. The cheers of the drunken adults and hyper children VILLE dyour head, and you did nothing but freeze. It wasn’t until a warm hand pressed on your shoulder that you snapped out of it, you spun around to meet the living gaze of mirabel and Camilo, along with Luisa. They stared at you for a few good long moments before Luisa spoke up.

“Open the door, la casita is never wrong, it knows what you want cariña, just open it” she softly spoke, which was odd because there was nothing soft about this woman. She looked her hands under your arms and placed you back in front of the door, which you continued to stare at. Her hand rested at the small of your back, almost threatening that it would help you open it if you didn’t do it yourself.

So, yoh reluctantly raised your hand to the doorknob, and twisted it. The second you did the door swung open completely. Revealing… a room. Your room. Well, your NEW room. It was calm, peaceful, it somehow appeared to have no curling, like the cielimg was the night sky full of stars. Bells hung from nonexistent hooks and they jungles as cool wind blew by. A bed was centered in the middle of the room, huge and white, with small stuffed animals scattered about.

The cheers behind the door became louder for a moment, but were completely shut out when the three young teens came into the room behind her. You flew around to meet their gazes, about to be extremely angry with them, but… isn’t this what you had wanted in the end? To be part of the family, to get rid of your jealousy?

“I-I don’t understand”

“It’s okay honey- you don’t have to understand, just let us take care of you, let us give you the love you never got” Luisa smiled and picked you up gently, for someone so broad and menacing her touch sure is comforting. You weren’t that much younger than her really, although you were the same age as mirabel, it felt odd to be called “honey”, either because it was coming from her, or you’d never felt that before.

“This… is crazy. Absolutely loca” you huffed out, more to yourself than anyone elsestaring around at the peaceful room. Mirabel couldn’t help but smile at your amazement, she couldn’t blame you for being so cute, but sometimes it distracted her. You were absolutely adorable. She made her way around to you while the other two stared at you with love, pulling you towards the bed, and closer to her, she remarked:

“You know, I’ve always wanted a baby sister, I’m the youngest so it’s only natural. This is so amazing! I finally get to have you!” She smiled and tugged you close, wrapping her arms fully around you, and pulling your head into her chest. You stiffened at the touch, unsure what to do with your own hands. Do you hug back or stand still? Or do you wrap your arms around too? What do you do what do you do what do you do what do you do.

“It’s okay. Those terrible parents of yours never taught you how to be lived, but you’ll get used to it. Just let yourself relax cariña, we’ll take care of the rest. No one will bother you while you’re here” Camilo remarked, now at mirabels side, he stroked your head and grabbed one of your hands to wrap around the girls waist. at the mention of your parents you perked up, in the midst of all this chaos you’d forgotten about them! Holy crap they totally saw you being admitted or whatever into this family! Oh they’re gonna be so pissed with you.

“I’m sorry camilo. B-But I can’t stay here, I can’t be part of this family. I’m not part of this family. I have parents, and even if they don’t treat me like… like this, I love them” at that their bright smiles dropped, you didn’t even notice it, but it was like a light switch turned off behind their eyes, and now all that was left was a dark, creepy look. Camilo brought his finger to your mouth to shush you, feigning hurt the entire way through.

“Love is only real if it’s mutual. We love you, and we all know you love us. You don’t have to be scared of them anymore. I’ll- we’ll protect you” his finger stayed on your lips as he said this, a menacing smile plastered across his face. Somethings wrong here. You just couldn’t place what. Of course they knew that your parents probably would be upset that you are part of them now, that is if they were alive, if they weren’t being turned into mush by isabelas flowers at the moment.

“I know but- I just have to work and they’ll be mad if I can’t an-“

“Hush, you’re too small to work, just let us all take care of you. The village doesn’t have any objections, they love you as much as we do. Just let us have you okay? Well keep you safe! Well love you” mirabel piped in, now taking her own turn in shushing your, it was quite odd how she called you little, when in reality you were only a few months younger than her, and maybe a few inches shorter. Huh. Weird.

“But-“

“I said stop. You aren’t going back. They’re gone, they left the second you became one of us, they don’t care” Luisa spoke for the first time again, her words shut you up right away. It made you sink into murabels chest, it made tears cloud up in your eyes as you failed at keeping them in. It made your heart beat faster. Would they- could they even do that to you? Why?

“Oh.” You spoke, and as Luisa stroked your back, Camilo held your hands and kissed them, and mirabel hugged you, all on top of a big fluffy bed. All of your tears and pain seeped out, and you cried into them. All of the sadness built up over the years of neglect, of never feeling enough, of jealousy, all that rage channeled at your biological family for never even trying to be good. It flowed freely out of your body in the form of tears, Luisa held you close as you cried, completely unbothered. Sympathy showed on all three of their faces. Yet they kept checking at the door, maybe for Abuela, or one of the parents.

They didn’t mind sitting like this, sitting with you, for a while though. It was nice to comfort you.

After all

You are their true baby sister

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Have we moved past the encanto phase?:

Absolutely not

Should we have by now?:

Yes

But will we?:

N o

sorry that this is so crappy, I just wanted to get something out- tell me if you hate it!

I really appreciate comments, good or bad!

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thegirlking · 11 months

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The reality of leaving a toxic family and why I’ll always sympathize with Bruno’s decision.

Just finished my third rewatch of Encanto (mostly because I hadn’t watched it with Bulgarian dub but anyway), and it reminded me once again why I relate to Bruno’s character so much.

Because I have very real, personal experience with distancing myself from a dysfunctional family and a toxic parent in particular, so his situation hits a little too close to home.

So, here’s a few thoughts on Bruno’s situation and why it actually mirrors plenty of real people’s experience (including mine).

Let’s get one thing out first: the movie itself does not really frame his decision as leaving a toxic family situation, but rather as a kind of sacrifice he had to do to protect Mirabel from the prophecy – but that’s a very surface reading of it. In reality, no child should need any “protection” from their literal family and there’s something very wrong with that family if that’s the case. The fact Bruno felt he couldn’t trust his own mother with the prophecy, the fact he was certain everyone will assume the worst of it and feared the consequences it could have for Mirabel, is a massive red flag that he was in some kind of toxic situation.

And no, I don’t mean that he was openly mistreated by anyone – let me elaborate.

Love, toxicity and more – are you “abused enough” to justify making such an extreme decision?

In general, there is still a lot of stigma about leaving your family – the intensity of that stigma greatly varies by culture, of course. But there’s a certain idea of what’s an acceptable situation that requires cutting contact, usually when we talk about pretty extreme cases of abuse (and even then some people can be unsympathetic about it).

When we talk about a purely dysfunctional family, rather than a flat out abusive one, things get a lot more complicated. You could very well feel you don’t have it “bad enough”. You might convince yourself that you are being too sensitive for being hurt, that you are being selfish for wanting to leave. They are your family and they love you after all. Right?

Unfortunately, love and toxic behavior are not something mutually exclusive. That’s something people in general still struggle to understand and it’s a very harmful misconception. It’s very common excuse people make for their behavior, especially in case of familial relationships, that they can’t possibly be toxic to someone if they love them. It’s also something that prevents people from recognizing that they are in a toxic situation.

In Bruno’s case, even though we don’t have a full detailed context and backstory about his life before leaving, I tend to assume he wasn’t viciously abused by his mother or flat out mistreated by anyone else. See, I’m not one of those people who demonize Alma or the Madrigal family in general – of course they aren’t some kind of monsters and they love each other despite everything, I’m sure they actually loved Bruno. But as I said, love can coexist with toxicity.

Ultimately, my point is - the fact Bruno was loved and not flat out abused by his family also doesn’t mean the situation can’t be toxic and harmful to his mental health. There are very serious red flags (both within the actual movie canon and additional information from the creators) that his situation was indeed bad. It’s clear he had already been isolating himself from the family for a while, that things were like that for years and nothing ever improved. This kind of environment is definitely unhealthy enough to cause someone to walk away.

Leaving isn’t easy and it isn’t pretty – people are going to be hurt

Now, let’s address one common argument about why what Bruno did was wrong – he left suddenly without any explanation, without as much as a note, and that was a seriously hurtful thing to do, especially for his sisters.

I don’t disagree with this sentiment at all. Of course, the way he handled things was far from ideal and the family is also allowed to be hurt by it. And still, I don’t exactly condemn him for it. What he did may not be the "right" way to handle things, but it’s very realistic.

Leaving a dysfunctional family isn’t some kind of a wholesome affair where they pat you on the back and throw you a farewell party. A lot of people will prefer to cut off contact over time without properly talking things out, usually because they fear the backlash, don’t want to see the hurt reactions, and don’t want to hear the harsh words that would inevitably be exchanged. Having a direct confrontation with a toxic family about cutting ties with them can become very rough and even escalate a toxic situation into something far worse.

Going back to Encanto - curiously, we have an actual proof that things could have gotten very ugly if Bruno tried to confront Alma before leaving – you know that cut scene from the early development of the movie? The one called “Chores”, where we get to hear about the tense exchange Alma had with Bruno (named Oscar back then) before he left and what they said to each other? Sure, this exchange is very far from canon, but it does show what could have potentially went down.

Furthermore – does the hurt you cause by leaving erase the hurt caused to you?

Continuing from my last point. The family was undoubtedly hurt by Bruno’s decision to leave. That would still have been the case even if he handled things better.

Of course, when there’s still love present in the family, despite the toxicity, the family is not going to want you gone and would be naturally hurt by such a decision.

That’s exactly why it’s so difficult to make the decision - because you don’t want to hurt those people you actually still love. That’s why when you actually make the decision you might feel enormous guilt and shame about it. You might feel selfish, cruel and ungrateful. You might begin to question your own reality and your whole past experience. And you can definitely see that guilt in Bruno too, especially during his reunion with the family in the end – his nervous body language and rush to apologize (without expecting the same in return) speaks volumes and is frankly a little sad to watch.

The family's hurt is valid and justified, I'm not denying it - that also doesn't mean Bruno was somehow the bad guy who selfishly and heartlessly abandoned them. And it certainly doean't mean the hurt he caused them erases his own hurt and trauma. While such extreme criticism of his actions is thankfully uncommon, I do see some discussions that go into such direction and it rubs me the wrong way, because it feeds into the stigma about walking away from your family and it's just insensitive and potentially hurtful to real people's experience and trauma.

So, in conclusion, here’s the very harsh truth. Sometimes you need to prioritize yourself and your own well-being. Life is not a Disney movie after all and sometimes toxic relationships can’t be properly repaired, not even with your own parents. And the fact you are going to hurt someone by leaving does not mean the hurt they caused you (intentionally or not) no longer matters.

#bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto meta #encanto thoughts #my meta #long post #/abuse mention #I don't know if people are still interested in Encanto discourse in 2023 #but I just feel strongly about all of this

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Basic trope I really want to see😌:

Pepa and Felix just started dating or aren't dating yet, and there's a situation where they have no choice but share the same bed

If you can make it rather super fluff or suggestive but not smut

I'm back! Sorry this took so long, I just really wanted to get the idea right. Enjoy!

“Thank you so much for taking us in, doña Alma,” Félix’s mother gushed as the other woman opened the door to let them in.

“Claro, I am always happy to help, Antonia.” Alma stepped aside to allow the family to enter. “As long as we’re here, no one in our encanto will go unhelped.”

Antonia gave a grateful nod before fixing her youngest with a stern glare. “Of course, we wouldn’t need the help if someone hadn’t used the stove by himself when he knows he’s not supposed to.”

Her pronouncement was met with murmurs from the Madrigal triplets. Julieta let out a soft “Oh, Felipe…”

Felipe turned around guiltily; the edges of his mouth crusted over with crumbs. “Lo siento, mamá,” he mumbled around a mouthful of food. “I was just hungry and thought I could do it myself.”

“You know you shouldn’t touch the stove, it’s dangerous,” his mamá reminded him, though she didn’t sound angry. “I don’t care how hungry you are.”

His tummy grumbled. “Mamá, I’m hungry again.”

Julieta observed the exchange with a sympathetic smile. “Come on, Felipe, I’ll get you some food.” She put a hand on his shoulder and ushered him towards the kitchen.

“Muchas gracias, Julieta.” Antonia offered her a grateful smile. She turned to Alma. “It’ll take at least a week to rebuild the parts that burned down. Are you sure you can have us stay with you for that long?”

“Absolutely.” Alma waved the question aside as if it were the most ridiculous thing in the world. “There is plenty of room in our home. And none of us mind. Right?” She faced her children.

“We’re always happy to see the Castillos,” Julieta said, having returned from the kitchen with a content Felipe, who was munching on some arepas.

Pepa and Bruno fervently nodded their agreement, the former giving Félix’s hand an affectionate squeeze.

“I think Pepa is happier to see one of them more than the rest,” Bruno whispered out of the corner of his mouth to Julieta, just loud enough for Pepa to hear.

Julieta flashed him a warning look through the fog that had suddenly enveloped them. “Don’t, Bruno.”

He offered an apologetic shrug to Pepa and Félix, both of whose cheeks heated with embarrassment.

Alma watched the situation unfold in front of her. “Which brings me to sleeping arrangements.” She clasped her hands in front of herself. “Félix, you can sleep in Bruno’s room,” she decided, preempting any argument. “Bruno will, of course, be happy to share with you.”

Bruno appeared doubtful at the pronouncement. “Of course, mamá.” He clapped a hand on Félix’s back. “Guess we’re bunking together. Come on, let’s get your stuff put away.”

Pepa also seemed less than thrilled at the prospect of having Félix whisked away but made no attempt to argue. Reluctantly, she dropped his hand from her own and allowed him to walk away with Bruno.

“Now the rest of the children…” Alma pursed her lips in thought. “Unfortunately, Bruno doesn’t do too well with lots of people around, so you’ll have to sleep elsewhere. Julieta will provide you with some cots. There is plenty of room for everyone in this house.” She swept her hand around the empty space to illustrate her point.

“We’ll figure something out,” Julieta promised, frowning slightly as she surveyed the remaining members of the Castillo family still standing in the hallway. “Casita hasn’t let us down yet.” She helped the family gather their belongings and led them upstairs.

Only Alma and Pepa were left in the hallway now. Pepa played with the edges of her hair anxiously. Leave it to Bruno to embarrass her in front of both their mother and Félix’s entire family. Their relationship was still so new, and they didn’t need unnecessary attention drawn to it.

They stood together, the awkward silence permeating the air around them. Alma studied Pepa, tilting her head to one side gently. Meanwhile, Pepa wondered what to say. Should she even say anything? Sure, it was nice of her mamá to offer to house the displaced Castillos for the time being, but was it her place to say something? Would it come off weird? Her fingers snagged on errant tangles in her unruly hair as she pondered what to do.

Finally, Alma rendered her dilemma a moot point, declaring that she should get back to work and leaving the implication that Pepa should do the same unstated. On her way out, she placed a hand on Pepa’s shoulder, facing her. “The Castillos are a good family.” She cleared her throat. “Félix, he’s a good boy, from a good family.” A slight smile curled the corners of her lips. “You chose well.”

Before Pepa could even process her words, Alma was gone. Did her mother finally approve of one of her decisions? She’d heard an earful about her previous romantic partners (though she’d presented most of them as good friends…). But she had nothing but good things to say about Félix.

What was that comment about him being from a good family though? Was that her roundabout way of warning Pepa not to sneak in to see him during the night? Well, Pepa wasn’t going to do that anyway. She valued her life, and she didn’t put it past Casita (or her siblings, for that matter) to rat her out.

No, Pepa would be good. There you go, mamá, she thought. A good girl from a good family. Of course, she’d rather fall asleep in Félix’s arms. He was so comforting and warm, driving all her worries away instantly and lulling her to sleep. Not that it happened a lot. There was that one night when they’d accidentally fallen asleep together in the meadow, but it was only once. Julieta had covered for her, but it wasn’t like they’d even done anything. Okay, she wouldn’t exactly want to tell her mother everything that happened, but she could honestly say that they didn’t do anything bad (according to her mother’s definition, anyway. She didn’t think it was bad, but she wasn’t about to provoke her mother’s wrath).

Sighing, she swatted at the fog that had collected around her and went to distract herself by keeping busy. The less she thought about Félix sleeping under the same roof as her, the easier this would be to bear.

~ ~ ~

“Are you sure about this?” Félix sounded uncharacteristically nervous.

“Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.” Bruno arched an eyebrow skeptically.

“No, no, I haven’t!” Félix reassured him. “But what if it doesn’t work? Your mamá can be…scary.” He shuddered.

“It’ll work. Trust me.” Bruno fiddled with the door, turning a variety of knobs shaped like hourglasses. “Just gotta…” His tongue wedged between his teeth in concentration as he finally positioned the last one and the heavy door swung open. “Tada!” He proclaimed, stepping aside to allow Félix in.

Félix stepped inside, taking it all in. “It’s gotten bigger since the last time I was here,” he observed. Frowning, he tapped the side of his sandal against a nearby rock to knock off the sand.

“Yeah, people are asking for bigger visions, so I need more space,” Bruno explained, mirroring his action. “You get used to it.” He tilted his head towards the now sandy rock.

“Ah.” Félix sounded unconvinced. “So…do I just wait for your signal or?”

Bruno smacked his forehead. “Lo siento, hombre, thought I explained the plan to you already. We’re just going to wait a while until it’s time for bed and then,” he took a dramatic breath, “the show begins.”

Félix must have still appeared hesitant because Bruno clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s all going to be good,” he promised, sounding uncharacteristically confident. “I think you need a distraction.”

“A distraction would be good,” Félix agreed, dropping his bag on the ground.

“Wonderful.” Bruno clapped his hands then started scrounging around in a small dresser, pulling out a notebook with a triumphant flourish. “Because I just finished writing my play and I’ve been looking for an audience.”

“Audience?” Félix looked around the cavernous space, perplexed, before realizing Bruno must have meant him. “Oh…” He recovered quickly. “But if I’m in the audience, who’s going to act it out with you?”

Bruno laughed. “I won’t be acting, hermano. I am the director.” He panned his hands in front of his face dreamily. “No, no. I’ve been training my rats and I think they finally got their parts down.”

“Your…” Félix shook his head in disbelief then shrugged. Looking around for a place to sit, he settled down on a relatively sand-free patch of ground. “I have to see this.”

“Okay.” Bruno pulled the curtain away from a flat rock masquerading as a makeshift stage. “We start off in a small village, deep in the Colombian jungle…”

Sooner than Félix expected, he found himself clapping enthusiastically as the curtain fell. Bruno’s play had certainly been engrossing: dramatic and suspenseful and twisty, winding around like the river that surrounded their town. His eyes were wide as saucers as he’d watched the story unfold; decades of love and betrayal and a family that could never learn from its mistakes. “Bruno, that was amazing.”

“You really think so?” Bruno scooped up the rats scurrying around the stage and deposited them on the ground off to the side. “I’ve been working on it a while.”

“Kept my attention, and I don’t even like stories like that.” Félix snorted. “Still can’t believe almost everyone died. Where do you come up with this stuff?”

Bruno shrugged. “A little from here, a little from there.” He mimed plucking fruit out of the air. “Inspiration is everywhere.”

Félix just laughed in response.

Suddenly, Bruno shushed him, ear tilting towards the door.

“Did you just shush-“

“Shh!” Bruno waved his hands around emphatically. “I’m trying to listen.”

Félix concentrated his attention on the door. “I don’t hear anything.”

“Exactly!” Bruno exclaimed. He walked to the door, pressing his ear to the crack just to be sure. “Now’s our chance!”

He led Félix to the door, tossing his bag at him as an afterthought. “All you gotta do is go down these steps, down the hall, take a right, and- well, you know what Pepa’s door looks like.”

Félix chuckled. “That I do. But what if I run into someone?”

Bruno screwed up his features in thought. “Just say I kicked you out because,” he tapped his chin, “I freaked out or something.” He nodded in approval of his own improvisation.

“Say that you kicked me out?” Félix repeated doubtfully.

Bruno tilted his head self-effacingly. “I do weird things all the time.” At the sight of Félix opening his mouth, he held his hand to quell his protests. “Nah, it’s okay, I know I do. Trust me, no one will question it. People have learned better. Just say it had something to do with my visions and no one will dare say anything.”

Félix considered this. “Wait, so do you lie about visions to get out of doing stuff all the time or?”

The rest of his question was cut off by Bruno shoving him out of the room roughly. “I’ve said too much. Now go.” He sent Félix off with a small smile and waggle of his fingers, then swiftly disappeared back into his room.

“Thanks for the help, hombre.” Félix sighed. “Okay. Just gotta make it down to Pepa’s room…”

He got halfway down the hall before running into Alma. “Doña Alma!” He exclaimed, voice squeaking at the end.

“Félix?” She frowned. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Bruno?”

“Ah, yeah, he, uh, had some kind of vision and said he needed the full space to himself?” Even to Félix, the excuse sounded ridiculous, but Alma merely nodded.

“Claro. Mi pobrecito, he always gets visions at the most inconvenient times, and it’s not like he can just turn them off. But maybe it’s over now. Let’s go check and see.” Alma took him by the arm and began walking him back the way he came.

“¿Qué?” Félix’s eyes widened in horror. “We don’t want to interrupt him if it’s still going on,” he said pleadingly, hoping it was enough to deter the older woman’s quest.

“His visions don’t usually last very long. It should be over by now.” They’d reached his door. Alma rapped on the door sharply. “Bruno!” She called out.

There was no response. Instead, they heard scattered noises from inside.

Alma knocked on the door again, more urgently this time. “Brunito! ¿Estás bien?”

Finally, the door opened to reveal a somewhat winded Bruno. His ruana was disheveled and dusty, like he’d been rolling around in the sand. “Mamá!” He turned from one to the other. “Félix! What are you two doing here?”

Alma placed a hand on his shoulder lovingly. “Félix here told me you were having a vision and we wanted to check on you.”

Bruno rubbed his arm nervously. “Sorry for putting you out there, Félix. Ironically, you can’t predict when you have a vision, huh?” He let out an anxious chuckle. “I’m okay, just need my privacy. For some reason, I can’t see the visions as clearly when there are people around, and I did not want to interrupt this one.”

“Was it something bad? Bruno, you have to tell me…” She stared at him concernedly.

Suddenly, his body went rigid. His eyes were wide open, fixed on something in the distance, gaze unfocused. “It’s coming back.”

Alma and Félix took a step back. “What?”

“The vision! It’s coming back!” Bruno yelled. He began gesticulating wildly with his hands and muttering to himself.

Félix almost bought it, but he heard snippets of the play he’d just seen interspersed with the other ravings. He had to admit, Bruno’s commitment was phenomenal. Trying to act scared, he shuffled behind Alma. “Perhaps we should go, doña Alma,” he suggested timidly.

“I can’t hold it off! You have to leave!” Bruno almost knocked the lamp out of Alma’s hand with a particularly erratic wave.

Frightened, Alma ushered Félix away from the room. “Ay, he suffers so much. I hope he is okay.” Her eyebrows knitted together with worry. “I’ll check on him in the morning. But for now, we need to find you a new place to sleep.”

Not trusting himself to speak, Félix merely nodded.

Alma led him back down the hallway, stopping in front of Julieta’s room. “Her room is filled with extra beds and cots, because of her gift,” she explained, giving the door a couple taps. “She’ll be able to find one for you.”

Julieta opened the door, staring at the pair in shock. “Mamá! Félix! What’s going on?”

“Bruno had a vision, so Félix couldn’t stay with him.”

“Ah.” Julieta pursed her lips. “Is that what all that yelling was?”

Alma nodded. “I ran into Félix in the hallway. I suppose he was on his way down to ask you for a cot, but I figured I’d accompany him.” Her grip on his arm tightened ever so slightly.

“I see.” Julieta gulped. “Well, why don’t you come in, Félix? I’m sure we’ll find you a place to sleep.”

“Gracias, Julieta.” Félix stepped inside. Cots were strewn throughout the room, most of them occupied by his sleeping siblings. “I appreciate you doing this for me.”

Julieta busied herself looking through the supplies piled around. “I’m sure there’s an extra cot here somewhere.” She directed her words more towards the door than Félix standing next to her. “We’ll get you set up in no time.”

“Oh, Félix can take it with him,” Alma said unconcernedly. “The house is big; he’ll find a place to sleep. Besides, it wouldn’t be proper for him to be in here with you.”

Swallowing hard, Julieta nodded. “Of course, mamá. I’ll just give him what he needs and he’ll be on his way.” She struggled with an empty cot that was stuck between two other cots.

“Félix, you’re a strong young man; help Julieta with that cot.” Alma directed them.

“Lo siento.” Félix hefted the cot, smiling uneasily at Alma.

“Bueno.” Alma clapped her hands in satisfaction. “Sleep well. Buenas noches.”

“Buenas noches,” they wished, watching her silhouetted form shrink as she walked down the dark hallway.

As soon as they heard her door close, Félix dropped the cot with a thud. “That was close.”

“I’ll say.” Julieta chewed her lower lip. “This wasn’t the plan. What happened?”

“I was walking towards Pepa’s room when she intercepted me. She took me to check on Bruno and his ‘vision’,” Félix put up air quotes, “then dragged me here.”

“Ay, Bruno.” Julieta shook her head. “He could never pass up the chance to perform.”

“His performance was amazing.” Félix whistled. “I would’ve bought it if I didn’t know about the plan.”

“But you do and we’ve already deviated from it enough,” Julieta fretted. “The more time we spend talking about it, the more likely something else can go wrong. Leave the cot to me; get changed, wash up, and get over to Pepa’s room!” She thrust his rucksack into his arms.

“Thanks for helping me out, Juli,” he said as Julieta walked him to her door.

“Anytime, you guys are adorable, now go!”

For the second time that night, Félix found himself pushed out of a Madrigal triplet’s bedroom.

~ ~ ~

Pepa couldn’t fall asleep. Which wasn’t unusual; her racing thoughts often kept her awake late into the night. But she felt restless tonight. Félix was here, sleeping in the same house, and she hadn’t even gotten the chance to say goodnight to him. He was probably fast asleep now, in Bruno’s cave room, while she tossed and turned all by herself.

A tiny noise came from the direction of the door. Pepa bolted right up. Was someone knocking on her door? Dragging herself out of bed, she went to check.

“Is someone out there?” She whispered, slowly turning the doorknob before anyone could answer. The door creaked open to reveal…

“Félix!” Pepa squealed giddily.

Indeed, he was standing in the hallway before her door, in his nightclothes. “Hola, Pepi.” He waved shyly.

Pepa glanced around from side to side, making sure no one was watching, before yanking him inside and crushing him in a hug. She shut the door behind herself. “It’s the middle of the night. What are you doing here? Not that I’m complaining, of course.” She let out a flirty laugh, tucking in a stand of hair behind her ear. “But weren’t you supposed to be sleeping in Bruno’s room? Or cave or whatever,” she added disgustedly.

“Hey, his room isn’t so bad,” Félix defended, sitting down on the bed. “But unfortunately, he had a vision and I couldn’t stay.”

“Tonight?” Pepa asked doubtfully, joining him on the bed and interlacing their fingers.

“Yeah, he said something about the visions being unpredictable.” Félix shrugged. “But he needed complete privacy, so he kicked me out.

“Okay…” Pepa’s eyes narrowed. “So how’d you end up here? Again, not complaining.” She squeezed his hand. “There’s no way mama would allow it!”

“Funny you should mention her.” Félix scooted closer to Pepa. “I ran into her on the way out of Bruno’s room. She took me to Julieta to get a cot.”

“And?”

“Well, obviously, Julieta searched very hard for a cot, but she just couldn’t find one.” Félix wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into himself.

“What? That’s ridiculous. She has like twenty extra cots in there.” Pepa scoffed, leaning her head on his shoulder with a sigh.

“They must have all disappeared, because the only place I could sleep tonight was in your room.” Félix kissed her forehead. “Hope you’re still not complaining.”

The truth finally dawned on her. “Never,” she promised him, making a mental note to thank her siblings when they were out of earshot of their mother. “Come on.” She got into her bed, leaving the covers open and making room for him to lie down. “Sorry the bed’s so small. I wasn’t expecting company.” She turned to face him, beaming.

“It’s perfect, because it has you in it.” Félix kissed her lips.

“Coqueto.” Pepa smacked his arm playfully. “Keep talking like that you’ll get us both in trouble.”

Félix seemed to be considering her point, but then decided, “I’d rather live to old age.”

“Are you sure?” Pepa quirked an eyebrow. “Doesn’t seem like all of you agrees.”

“Stupid small bed,” Félix grumbled, shifting his body away from her. “I’m sorry, Pepa.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” Pepa silenced him with a kiss. “I just wish we didn’t have to be so ‘proper’.” She put up air quotes mockingly.

“We’re in the same bed and we’re not married; doesn’t seem very proper to me,” Félix noted, pulling Pepa back into himself.

“You know what I mean,” she huffed. “But we can still do other things…” She hooked her leg over his enticingly. “Fun things...” She swung herself on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Oh?” Félix sounded intrigued. “Care to show me?”

Dawn came too soon for Pepa’s liking. It seemed like she had just fallen asleep when the sun was already out, shining its annoying light into her bedroom when she was trying to sleep. She yawned softly. They’d been up late, talking and kissing, and cuddling and kissing, and kissing, and kissing…

She touched her lips, awestruck. She couldn’t believe that this had actually happened. Félix had slept in her room, held her, kissed her, wrapped himself around her protectively as they finally drifted off to sleep late into the night. For once, Pepa slept through the entire night. No nightmares. No racing thoughts. Just her and the man that she loved, holding her in his arms.

She could get used to this, she mused, snuggling deeper into his embrace. He was still fast asleep. Yet even in his slumber, he held onto Pepa so tightly, like he wouldn’t let anything come between them.

Soon, he’d have to wake up and leave, before her mother would catch them and burst their peaceful little bubble. But not yet. It could wait a bit longer.

Cocooning herself in his arms, she let out a contented sigh. She wouldn’t mind waking up like this for the rest of her life.

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